the love child
In pigeon pose yesterday, my mind shot to, well, bastards. In the literal sense of the word. I had my reasons, and pigeon will do that to a person. The hips and all. Before noticing and returning to breath, I said to this sudden intrusion of thought, “I prefer love child, really.” Contented, I settled back in.
A half an hour later, on my walk home, I saw this.
Happy Holidays. And Merry Days Getting Lighter and Lighter Again.
Update 1/17/2013: This morning on the walk to mysore I spotted THE LOVE CHILD scrawled on the side of a (moving) truck. Too fast to catch, but what a happy sight.
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December 23rd, 2012 in
new york city, photography, walk to mysore, yoga & meditation | tags: crosswalk, grafitti, love child, nyc, pigeon pose, SoHo, street
You preggers, Anyuta?
No, e. Good grief. How do you even know that word?
You know what they say, always a godmother,
never a god.
(f. lebowitz)