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I am suggestible as all get-out. I think it’s something cultivated in the art student and poetry grad school days. Last night, I read my Psoas Book before bed. Woke repeatedly during the night, conscious of how my psoai were tensed — and magically knew just how to move to relieve/release them.

Got up first thing, and had a delightful little sacrum crack with just the slightest of movement. Definitely going to have to keep reading the book before sleep.

And then I’ll move on to the shoulders book. Because I’m greedy like that.

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After standing poses this morning, The Cop inspected My Gift’s car. She came down from school last night — Spring Break! This morning, she and a friend left for a road trip to Disneyland and a visit with another friend in CA.

She had to leave before we were done practicing, hence the intermission between standing and seated poses. The Cop and I bundled up and went into the garage, where he added air to her tires and checked the lug nuts and the oil and the engine and all that other stuff in there under the hood.

Karma yoga. Very sweet.

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Ustrasana feels great without a tight butt. I like putting my thighs against the wall and then taking a deep breath and stretching my tummy and putting my lower ribs against the wall before I arch back. Delightful. There is something really nice about putting my lower ribs on a stable surface like that. No idea what the appeal is, really, but I’m going with it.

Urdhva dhanurasana was all hold. Hold hold hold. No pushing. Went up and stayed where I was, breathing and breathing. No micromovement of pushing and holding and pushing again. With the stillness, a kind of opening up ensues. I can’t really understand it well enough to put it in words, but nice to find it there. And once again, at the end of the last looooooong exhale, a delicate crack in the sacrum, fruition of the breath.

Whoa, how good is this gentle stuff??