IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Indeed as graceful and majestic as a bird. I simply admire but lack such physical tenacity.
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I feel the same way. Yoga has never been my friend.
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Glad I’m not alone, lol.
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