a wash, and some wisdom

from regineabos.wordpress.com

This morning during Mysore practice, I fell on my head during titibasana b. That'd be the pose pictured above. It requires binding your hands behind your back and then looking forward and taking five steps forward and five backward. I took a step, lost my balance, and landed on my head.

"This is not my day," I grumbled.

The woman practicing behind me answered, "Today is not your day for for looking up at your butt with your hands behind your back and then walking around like that?"

A few minutes later, I stayed up in handstand for the first time. The day hasn't been so bad after all.

P.S. We had to do 30ish-second promos for one of our Salt pieces in advance of next week's opening. Here's mine. 

first public salt thing

So, at the beginning of the Salt semester, we did a cross-track collaboration project called the mini ethno, which was this: spend a day in "the field," find a story and craft a multimedia project with just that day's material. My group's was the first to be posted to Salt's student blog and is available here (I did the writing component). My group lucked upon a story of a young soldier home on a brief leave from his first tour of Afghanistan. He overheard us talking about tattoos in the booth behind his in a local diner, turned around to chat and, moments later, whipped off his shirt to show us all his ink. My collaborators were radio students Matt Kielty and Clay Bolton and photographer Nic Tanner.

why hello there

It's been awhile. Maybe I'll write stuff soon. I (always) have more thoughts on yoga and the new writing life I'm trying out this semester at the Salt Institute for Documentary Studies. Can't share any of the work as of yet.