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Have you tried … !?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

Have you tried … yoga?

No. Sorry. I am not a judge.

{rimshot}

Have you tried … yoga?

I mean, back in college practically everybody was doing it.

{rimshot}

Have you tried … yoga?

Yoga? Really!? I didn’t know it was edible.

{rimshot}

So, is it sweet or savory? Hmm. Guess it’d have to be sweet, seeing as how so many (modern) Big Time Yogis turn out to be such unsavory characters!

{rimshot}

Seriously, it seems every Big Time Yogi is eventually exposed as corrupt, guilty of multiple counts of fraud, tax evasion, money laundering, sex crimes. Like the Bikram guy. And the Kundalini guy. Aided and abetted by Akal Security and Yogi Tea. Corporations aren’t just people, they’re enablers, too.

{rimjob}

Have you tried … yoga?

As what? Exercise? Spiritual practice? Anti-depressant? Miraculous immune system restorer? Panacea? Whatever will shut me up about my ills already?

{rim around the Rosie}

Have you tried … yoga?

In the words of the late, great Frank “Yoda” Oz, “There is no try, only do!”

{Rosie the Riveting}

Have you tried … yoga?

I’ve practiced a few different styles of yoga, starting when I was a child, learning poses from Lilias on PBS. I can no longer practice the type of yoga I most enjoyed. Most poses are beyond my current abilities. Recently, Downward Facing Dog joined the list.

{riveting run round}

Have you tried … yoga?

Instead of wanting, even expecting basic sympathy and a little understanding from someone like you?

Hey, have you tried … just not giving unsolicited advice? Or shutting the fuck up? Listening? Realizing we’re equal; that you are not my superior now that I am disabled, just as I was not your superior when my earnings, education, and/or abilities/circumstances outshone yours! (In the time before my immune system “turned heel,” that is.)

What about acceptance? Have you tried accepting reality? Not all disease and injury can be prevented. Or fixed. Not all lost ground can be recovered. Healing is a natural response to being hurt or sick. We are ever-changing, our cells rolling over constantly. A persistent state of perfect “wellness” is unnatural and unattainable.

{shot rimmed out}*

For the record, I move as best I can, as often as I can. Below are my two awesome personal trainers, Roo and Draymond.

A large, mostly black dog and a much smaller black dog with a white face relax on the ground, looking over their haunches at the camera (and just past each other)
Hey! This is a private conversation!

*Actual, real-life basketball term

Well, It’s a Start …?

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

WordPress prompt 4 March 2024
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gon— No, wait! It’s coming back already! Annular solar eclipse 2023

All starters … Just top of the noggin, letting go perfectionism and making the writing exercise public. Aaaaaaaahhh!!!

I’m no good at making a long story short; my parents are entirely to blame.

Long story, short: I was raised Jewish by two German ex-Catholic atheists and an African-American non-practicing Southern Methodist.

Long story, short: I was raised Jewish by divorce decree.

Long story short will do you no good in my case.

My life is like a telenovela — but in English, German, and Yiddish.

I knew I was going to Hell from a young age, because my neighbor, the one the grownups called my boyfriend from before we started differing Sunday schools, often told me so.

According to my aunt, I was lucky to be here and now, because back there and then I was thought an abomination.

To say my father did not rape my mother simply because they were lawfully wed at the time (times) encapsulates the clash of the ownership arrangement still very much at the heart of marriage and the rom-com fantasy that fuels our denial that any woman need fear her one true love.

Nature versus nurture is a lifelong question/quandary for the offspring of the psychopath.

Daughter daring dance death dogs dirt Deutsch DeLove dynamic dastardly dad dock duty devotion drama dance dunk drunk dive divided devolution dissolution direction delight duty devil dance demons disguise disorder disease distress dance dance dance dogs divine dogs

Well, it looks like I’ll make it to at least my 61st birthday!🥳

Am I the black sheep?

I may well be the undesirable one on all three sides of my family.

The most insulting thing someone on Twitter has said to me, so far, is that dance was just my side hustle.

I was raised as an only child during the school year and an older sister in the summers.

Draymond, blessing me with her magnificence