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Killed two things in two days. A black widow last night, a tree today.

The spider was right at the bedroom door — where the dog exits at night for her evening constitutional. She’s too old; a bite would pose a real threat. So the spider had to go. I waited ’til dark, then hunted her down with insecticide. Didn’t feel good to kill her, but I couldn’t very well ask The Cop to relocate her. He’s great about taking crickets and lizards outside, but I think he’d draw the line at moving a black widow to another part of the yard.

Today, death sentence for the tree in the front yard. A tall scraggly bottlebrush. Chopped down by a contractor so we can replace with a mesquite tree. Mesquites are gorgeous.

And my last picture is of dinner. All raw (I love raw “cooking” — perfect for slacker cooks like me!): pesto on zucchini strands (with a sprinkle of quinoa sprouts), and a salad of mushrooms, avocado and kalamata olives. Mmmmm.

Thought: “Gee, marichyasana B feels really weird and tight today.”
Realized: “I’m doing marichyasana D.”

Okay.

Today was one of those really distracted practices. At first I was frustrated because I couldn’t pratyahar (verb form of pratyahara — kidding). Anyhow, I just carried on, distractability and all, and wouldn’t you know? It turned into a pretty interesting practice.

Mostly around the end o’primary roll-up poses: upavistha konasana, supta konasana, ubhaya padangusthasana, urdhva muka paschimottanasana. Usually I blow through those poses pretty exuberantly — rolling, balancing, woohoo!

Today, though, for some reason I realized that there’s more interesting balance to be had if I push forward of the sit bones. I imagined a triangle formed of the sit bones and mula bandha, and then tipped like a gyroscope more toward the mula bandha “point” of the triangle. And the little 3D image in my mind tipped — a sheer triangular plane, a kind of level.

A very cool balance point. Found purely by dint of what could easily have seemed like a less than stellar practice.