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Weird achey stuff these days. Last night: Traps = ow! To the point of slathering on China Gel & wrapping up in a pashmina. Is it bad that this is how I use the beautiful pashmina someone gave me? Aw, it felt soooo good.

I made artisan bread and chatted with My Gift, who was making chai latte cupcakes for a potluck dinner. She is a new baker, and was very concerned about the recipe — particularly since she lives at high altitude. I looked up some resources on high altitude baking and we revised her recipe accordingly. Later she texted me: “They’re cupcakes!” Then, a couple of hours later: “And they’re delicious!”

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This morning, I woke up with sore eyes. Kind of eyestrainy feeling. Thought, “I’ve been looking at things too hard.”

Work has been super-left brainy lately, so my thought felt kind of metaphorical. Left brain stuff is learned behavior for me, and I’m quite good at it, but gosh, sometimes it gets carried away.

Logic. Vastly overrated. Though lovely when applied judiciously.

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In October I got all hot and bothered about my non-chakrasana. Practiced persistently with something under my shoulders day after day for four months, and while I understand the motion now, I still totally suck at it. In part, I think, because I have an inflexible neck. This explains my strong dislike of sarvangasana and halasana and karnapidasana. At this point, I am digging into those poses a bit more, pushing myself a bit, and hence, I suspect, the trappy pain and suffering.

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In addition to the previous whines, I have a recurring mild sore throat. Hey, is this because I’m paperclipping my throat, I wonder? When I move a joint/limb/whatever a lot one way and then a lot the other way, I inevitably think about a paper clip and how if you bend it back and forth long enough, the metal fails and it all falls apart. Perhaps not the most helpful visualization.

Nevertheless.

So, the paperclipping the throat chakra project. Chakrasana/closing poses versus all the jalandahara bandha. I was kinda snappish with someone at work yesterday. Not snarky, but a little hyper-logical, a little too quick to respond in an objective, Mr. Spock, “your logic is flawed, humanoid,” sort of way. I had an almost immediate impulse to apologize, and, simultaneously, an impulse not to respond in a usual fashion (to apologize). So I left it alone. Maybe the paperclipping of my throat chakra has a lesson in it. We’ll wait a bit and see.

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Remembered, as I had my morning coffee, that in my dreams Volleyball Guy was overseeing me in hanumanasana. Told me to reach way back and grab the back foot. Which I did rather easily.

Nice.

It was good to see him.