A Softer Word for Denial

Yoga'd last night, and I think it's weird and magical how the practice can make you feel so relaxed- worn- at peace- and wrung out, all at the same time. There's something uniformly physical, mental and spiritual about finding your center of gravity, being cognizant of the fact that you have a spine. Knowing that breathing is involuntary, but also very much in your own control. Being able to find your own consciousness amidst Victoria's Secret booty short clad nymphs, pop R&B, and sweaty fellow yogis whose mats are too close to your own.

Of course, like any religious experience, the mystery subsides once the lights turn back on and the perfect spray-tanned bodies come back into view... but it's nice that for an hour out of my day, I can

clear my mind
of everything.
:)