Namaste

I had yoga tonight. I love yoga and I don't practice it enough. The class I'm taking is taught by Jane, a really lovely woman, I've had her before. Tonight she taught us the sanscrit word for non-violence. This seemed extremely appropriate for the class because seated 2 mats away from me on the mat I bought for The Boy was The Whore.

It was so fucking unbelievable! And incredibly hard for me to focus since all I could think about was punching her in the fucking face. I do not feel relaxed and at one with the universe. I clenched my jaw all the way home.

Namaste
-Chel