Look at me, sitting here, eating my Fiber One cereal, brewing coffee, reading writings on spirituality by a Trappist monk, wearing my new running shoes, thinking of the vast power of the antioxidants in blueberries coursing through my body…  Is this really what I’ve become?  The poser I’ve always wanted to be?  Sigh, I’m so happy.

As I’m peeling into my clementine, I’m thinking of what Laura said last night, “It’s as if the breathing peels back the layers, reaching deep into what is underneath.”  She’s teaching me yoga.  It’s easy to see why she’s so obsessed with it.  You have to focus so much on your breathing and alignment during the poses that there really isn’t room for anything else but the discovery of your body.

I feel like I’m undergoing an excavation.