Four (almost five now) years ago My father gave me three elephants. I left one at the Ashtanga Yoga Center amongst a parade of kin. Under a chart of postures– just aside of books, stacked akimbo. They were for my teachers, David and Keith. I thought them very special. Unsure of what to do with…
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Pick yourself up and pull yourself together.
From Lauren Waggner’s wall.
#tbt
“Sit” by Vikram Seth Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. You’re twenty-six, and still have some life ahead. No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’ll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead. The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. This twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day:…
Repost from @rgryffo — Walking while reading this morning. #thenewyorker #truth
My poor mouse car has HAD IT with the cold. Us too, Mousika.
Play.
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