Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The treadmill . . . where I try to make sense of the universe while expelling negative energy, pushing my body forward to meet modest goals, and clearing my mind.

I can't say that I ever make sense of anything, not really, but during the walking time, I have the illusion that everything is all right or will be.

I went to my first yoga class last week, and I could see myself going again just to hear the philosophy of life, mind, body, spirit, earth, relationships.

1 comment:

whirligigdaisy said...

Yes, the repetitive motion clears my head. Sometimes, at least.