Adventures of the Sleepy Yogi Part I: Meeting the Double Pigeon

A fistful of frosted night air punched across my cheek as I crossed the parking lot.  A shiver slithered down my spine.  Drifts of lost snowflakes danced aimlessly in a street lamp. I’d rather be home, I thought, as I tugged the yoga studio door open against a resistant gust of wind. Entering the Tranquil…

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Mission REM Reach

I can’t touch my toes. No, it’s not the end of the world.  Yes, I have more pressing problems.  There’s laundry to do.  Bills to pay.  Holiday cards to send.  Phone calls to return.  Deadlines to beat.  My “to-do” list has gotten so long recently that I’ve separated it into multiple shorter lists to make…

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