Musing: Lie Under a Tree



It was a vision as I lay in yoga class this morning.  Lie under a tree was the instruction.  I gather Allies;  red checkered tablecloth to lie on, neck pillow,  Ondaatje novel I'm reading and a  book about walking, standing, sitting and lying down and, after months of it just hanging out over there somewhere in the dining room, my  notebook.  I get a salad from Noodles & Co.  and imagine a coffee later from that little Country Store at Chautauqua Park.  That's where I 'see' all this happening, this restingrestingresting after book and retirement. 

I am in retrograde.  I am waiting, listening, allowing, wondering, hoping to keep the little monster thoughts from taking over.  I so miss the kinesthetic acruity.