God, do those herbs smell good and please ignore that large fleshy protusion that in Yoga we politely call the "outer hips"
I have lovingly been doing headstand for a number of weeks. Weaning myself from my wall crutch was a big deal and in my mind my body was Straight Up and down. (Paula Abdul, anyone?)
Though my butt flesh, that in Yoga we nicely call "butt flesh", is in a plumb line with my shoulders as it should be - my quads are angled slightly forward. That means I am tight in my hip flexors and/or I am afraid. My heels should be right over my butt flesh. But, being completely straight is scary.
Straight or not hmmmm? Certain things come to mind. For example the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. 26.2 miles is still 26.2 miles straight and flat or as curvy and hilly as Loni Anderson. In my orientation I am as straight as I want to be in headstand but love my girlfriends so deeply that I can see why a few curve balls might work in this game of life. Straight or almost so, I am still in a challenging Yoga pose and I love it. So can I be in a slightly angled headstand and emotionally love some women to the bone AND still be straight up. Oh yes, few things in life are straight to the point. I'm still going for a perfect headstand however.
My friend Beth kissed a girl during the Boston Marathon, Katy Perry sings of such a thing. Like my friends I strive to accept what is and embrace life's straight and curvy lines. I know Beth can do a headstand, I wonder about Katy. If not maybe she can smell her knee like me...
Ran 4 hilly miles yesterday. I would've preferred them straight and flat. People? they can be what they are. It's all good.