Action: Doing yoga
Word: Nail
Word Count: 98
Namaste
The teacher’s soothing voice prompts instant immersion into the flow of stillness. Awareness heightens. Breath deepens. Essence awakens. Practice begins.
Decades of devotion to pretzel positions and odd angles have taught me to balance on a pinhead and align my limbs, straight as a nail, steel strong.
Outside class, it is not quite that simple. Easier to be knocked off center, rocked off course. To feel more like putty than iron.
Still, the accumulated years of effort enable me to experience the organic oneness of energetic movement.
The universal pulse.
The heartbeat of being.
The aum of life.
Jill Broscious 