October 6, 2020

6:51pm, Brentwood Avenue and Bowen Alley, Baltimore, MD

I did yoga this morning. Yang to yin, flow to slow. I struggle with slowness in so many areas of my life. I tried to be slow-ish tonight. Managed to catch the very end of the daylight. My hips feel tight and I grow increasingly frustrated with my compulsive knee bending. I am excavating my body, the city (to some extent) and my mind/spirit. Today feels productive on many fronts. I want more strength and flexibility and range of motion and ways in which my body speaks. All in time and all with focused practice and training. The autumn is the time of year I find my routines again. My body returns to me. I am more content and less irritable. Day two hundred eighty.