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.