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Last week I suffered ailments of comic proportions. Physically uncomfortable and persistently impatient, I was desperate to exercise against my better judgement. Having only recently gained the momentum of new muscle I was stubbornly determined to rest, productively.

I fell into a compromise that created stillness with a gentler practice of yoga.

It should be noted that I have failed colorfully and inflexibly at previous attempts in more public displays, but this past week was an accident in grace. Small pockets of time with unhurried devotion produced a new relationship with an old beau.

I’m playing at something I love with all the fussy infatuation of novelty in the comfort of well-groomed familiarity. Postures of strength and lines of submission.

More importantly, I am practicing without an audience; there is no mirror to reflect or compare, only presence.

In the uninterrupted attentiveness, there is only the gentlest listening as I open my body and mind moment to moment.

Accidentally, on purpose.

Tagged: Mindfully, Musings, Self, Wholehearted, Yoga