“The essential thing is to etch movements in the sky, movements so still they leave no trace. The essential thing is simplicity. / That is why the long path to perfection is horizontal.”
— Philippe Petit
On the weekend nights, after arriving back at my basement apartment, I usually take about twenty minutes to sit with my legs straight up a wall. This is a yoga pose that my sister taught to me to aid in recirculation. The legs go straight up the wall so that the bad blood can drain from my tired feet back to my heart and then my brain gets good blood. Its also a way to quiet my thoughts after what can feel like hours of non-stop verbal communication.
your ‘last’ ecg pose deserves more! most especially because I got YELLED AT for assisting in getting your legs on the wall. well, no. i got yelled at for insisting that you pose in arabesque after the fact. in my opinion, the banned pose would have been your true money shot. you were robbed and so your blog has been hijacked and hijynxyed (meow).
professionalism is so annoying! next time, we will sabotage the lava lounge with your fashions and body formations. i know you said, ‘never again.’ but honey, this bull&%@# ain’t 911. yo!
Siffy-siffy, siffy-siffy! Looking good, legs up a wall! No bad blood in the legs, all of it in the head. Or so they think. Till they decide to build the brain in the vat. siffy-siffy, siffy, siffy.
Even though I’m upside down and the shift is only beginning… I can still see the pit stain.