After a ten hour work day, I wedged my yoga mat under my arm and set off in pursuit of a great Tuesnight.
Tonight’s Shavasana was so quiet that I heard my cells dividing. I heard keys fumbling in apartment doors across the county line. I heard saliva pooling, smoke rising, split ends fraying.
I lied lifeless on the ground with my limbs loosely stretched to starfish attention. Still as a stump. Accepting as I’d ever been.
I guess Great happens when you let your guard down. Well I’ll be