mulling things over

Savasana

During home practice, whether I’m practicing alone or with friends, it never fails that something happens during Savasana.  The phone rings.  My husband decides to make lunch in the kitchen above us, clunking around and possibly singing to the dog.  The dog comes downstairs and licks my face.  The doorbell rings.

This must be a lesson in going with the flow and laughing about it.

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