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I managed a 30-40 minute yoga session last night. I was feeling really depressed and down, and that feeling really stuck with me through the yoga. It was unpleasant. I am glad I got in a little practice, but I was so deep in bad feelings that even yoga couldn't help me climb out of it.
Also, note to self, I really should not try a crow while wearing shorts. The skin-on-skin really hurt.
Last night, I kept thinking about a particular Gary Young poem, so I'll share it here:
I don't know where the owls go when they leave this place, or if they never leave, but simply leave off calling sometimes in their hollow voices. But tonight they are here: one in a redwood beyond the creek, one high in the fir tree above the house. Rappelled through their voices, those three long vowels the darkness speaks in, I forget my own worthlessness which has troubled me all day.
Also, note to self, I really should not try a crow while wearing shorts. The skin-on-skin really hurt.
Last night, I kept thinking about a particular Gary Young poem, so I'll share it here:
I don't know where the owls go when they leave this place, or if they never leave, but simply leave off calling sometimes in their hollow voices. But tonight they are here: one in a redwood beyond the creek, one high in the fir tree above the house. Rappelled through their voices, those three long vowels the darkness speaks in, I forget my own worthlessness which has troubled me all day.
