Sub at yoga today while @brandileslie eats granola in the woods and poses with wolves or some shit. I showed up, which is huge considering the weather today, and i owe myself a big one for just that. It occurs to me tho, when the sub teacher told me i had great bodily awareness, that i felt proud and puffed up, like my craft had taught me this and i was some kind of awesome witch queen for that... then it occured to me that it had absolutely nothing to do with my spirit or my craft. I can adjust my poses and features muscle by muscle and joint by joint, and force relaxation and deep breathing upon myself because i had to do so in order to get good pictures in x-rays, ct scans and MRIs. 12 years of illness taught me this. 6 surgeries in 5 years taught me this. And it is not something to strut about, but something to contemplate. What do i do with these survival skills i had to learn when i was dying? What other things do i know how to do now that i had to learn under duress? Man, yoga opens up some shit in your soul and makes it spill on your brains. Someone is gonna take my badass card if i keep getting fucking weepy after class. #yoga #feelinsomeshit #ishowedup #livingishard (at MBODI - Mindful Bodiwork) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0OyE5-Fe0X/?igshid=13pk4hsrc8x28