Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The solution

Standing, swaying on the subway home, I'm surprised by the lately rare blossom of depression, right in my solar plexus, something like pain.

As soon as I get home, as quickly as I can, I change clothes, feed the cat (who meows plaintively, demanding attention and food), and get my yoga mat down on the ground. 

I lay on my back on it and, as soon as the bell announcing the beginning of the session rings, feel the knot of anxiety and sorrow begin to unravel itself. I breathe deeply and move through the postures, grateful and growing happier with every breath, as the cat stalks around my few square feet of peace.

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