Tuesday, January 06, 2009
17.53 Seven Minutes Late
Yoga last night was fierce. Extreme yoga. No doubt.
Appropriate to the Season we were cleansing our livers. "Listen to your body", she says "breathe through the discomfort", "It’s all in the mind" and "You’ll feel great tomorrow".
By lunchtime today I could hardly walk upstairs.
She also has a habit of saying "You’re all doing very well", which inevitably un-focuses me from the third eye and regrettably replaces the mantra with "ground floor perfumery, stationery and leather goods, wigs and haberdashery, kitchenware and food…."
I need a hot bath, but the train gets later and later until eventually the later train (which is also becoming later, but more slowly) arrives sooner.
Between The Lines – Janis Ian