Category Archives: Aging

8th Day

As if the sabbath happened one day late,last Tuesday was the yoga day of rest.We breathed and stretched so slowly on Day 8,twelve hundred seconds wasn’t any testof stamina. But time to sense the stateof sinew, bone, and muscle was … Continue reading

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It’s Going Well

It’s going well, although there’s one small testahead, which will not discommode or smell.The phrase that captures life this week the best?It’s going well. I love my work, my kids, the place I dwell.I don’t sleep long at night, but … Continue reading

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The Annual

Attending to the guidelines, quantitiesand measurements, screening protocol,for 40 minutes I gave historiesand answers. I posed questions after all,about the aging symptoms – phlegm and sneezeand ready bruising, breath and ethanol.I left relieved, unchanged, with nothing wincing,resolved to increase daily … Continue reading

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Failure to Learn

She took her time committing to the work,but now she’s gym-bound twice a week or more.She learned the benefits – she’s not a jerk –but won’t apply the lesson. I’d imploreabout home yoga, but she’ll just ignoreat best; or worse, … Continue reading

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On the First Ten Days

On January 2, I started inwith 30 days of yoga where I dwell.Day Zero – New Year’s – led me to begin,and I choose 30 lines to show & tellroutine I know will lead to feeling well.Intending to compose dizains … Continue reading

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Dawn Dreams

Twice recently I woke amidst a dreamin which I had a worry or concernabout my little girl or boy. The scenewas not a nightmare, but it took a turnof search or plan required, and betweenthe instant fade and blink, I’d … Continue reading

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Belly Love by Firelight

Pre-natal yoga seemed a likely choicetoday: attending warmly to my girth.I tried to cradle belly and rejoicealthough I’m over 70 on earth,and 40 years beyond the younger’s birth.Today I didn’t hate my globe of fatthat at 16 was toned, completely … Continue reading

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Decomposition

Alone is worse, perhaps, but maybe not.This year our conversation’s like a curse.I used to like to talk with you a lot.Alone is worse? We’re neither so infirm we need a nurse,and though there’s nouns I know you have forgot,I … Continue reading

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2 Cents

I know you work on balance, heart and mindand body too, and you are 48.To expectations I am not inclined –comparing paths is vain – we can’t equateour progress for you’re scores of years behind(a generation, if we calibrate).Advice is … Continue reading

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A Small Change

The solitaire was challenging today.I should have stopped – I have a lot to do.But I indulged a stubborn drive to play,and that resulted in an altered viewof what and when desires I’d pursue.The sweet result was hours I enjoyed … Continue reading

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