CRAB LEGS π¦ & CHATURANGAS π§π½: THE PEARL blog
YOU DONβT LIVE ON THE INTERNET
On the drive home, which was only 10 minutes long, a Tracy Chapman song came on the radio and I started to cry. It was a good cry. One of those release cries. What was I even crying about?! I don't even know. Exercise just has a way of breaking you open.
RESTORE/RE-SNORE
Last Tuesday evening, around 8:45, I woke myself with a giant snort. I had fallen into such a deep yogic sleep that I was momentarily discombobulated and completely surprised to find myself laying on the floor of the studio, supported by bolsters and covered in blankets, lavender eye pillow sliding off of my face.