I’m up and doing yoga day 1

Moving in the morning makes
my eyes water. Knees bent
one-two -three up go the legs
flat feet on the bed.
Less burn in the back,
texting break while blood flows
to all the important parts.
Two out of four children have been
reached out to. Girlie is blissfully
sleeping with Woof-woof, bunny and
I’ve been listening to a smoke alarm chirp that
rivals the crickets out side in volume
but not frequency. Yeah, time to get up.

I rolled over and two feathers floated
to the bed. What? I have not turned into
a bird or an angel overnight. I just have
feathers in my pillows. Slow stretch vertical
and I start typing. Shooting the pain down my left leg.
I had wanted to start the day without pain killer or a
muscle relaxant. Shift again, three cracks and a pop
in my back. I must not have moved all night long.
Note to self: Do not sleep on back and build bed frame this weekend. This futon needs height and to be flipped over.

My bear woke me at four, then apologized.
The bus beeped hello as it backed up down
the road. It is that time of year. Little people in
orange modified rectangles on wheels on their way
to school. Not sure yet what school district the buses
are from. Two buses each day, elementary and secondary?
One district then the other? Life mystery of the moment.
Can I move my left hip? Twist, then the pattern of pain
in my vision makes me stop. One day, I’m going to draw the
pattern. It’s what I saw before I passed out in the park.
Left foot is numb and curled in, it moves, just numb.

This Old Body,
by Amanuensis

Hands and arms still work.
Today is going to be a soft pants
and warm socks day. Can I get my
body into Warrior I pose? I’ll settle
for child’s pose instead, modified
with a pillow between thigh and calves.
Balasana then curl toes under and
up to squat in Malasana. Every time
I move I find something
weird in my bed, just found an Afro pick,
in Malasan, my heel landed on an external
DVD drive, must clean now. There’s no
end to the things Girlie puts in my bed.
I shouldn’t blame the child, its me,
just absent minded me.
Don’t get me wrong, she has been dropping
cheerieos down the heat registers.

What can I see? What can I pull?

Wow! Serious typos this morning.
Thank you WordPress, for your
Dashboard interface with spellcheck as you type.
Those little red dots underlining the sanskrit
and my typos help me see in the morning.
Uttanasana, standing forward bend.
Tadasanan mountain pose with arms raised.
Uttanasana.
Balasana
Malasana

Back spasm has eased up a bit.
Movement is important.
No stationary
No good.
Go.

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