"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Saturday morning at my yoga class I got to do poses like the pyramid, the full goddess, the cobra, the lotus, and sun salutations. Besides being deliberate and slow, I love that movements in yoga, like ballet, have beautiful names. I felt healed. I felt strengthened. That I could do all the things that I need to do. That I was enough and that I mattered.

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