Nicole says hello

My inner eye is open now

For the first time in the three-and-something years since last falling asleep on the mat, I attended yoga.  I called my sister up to ask what I need to wear.  She advised, “Like what you would wear when going to the gym.”  This description didn’t exactly help: I followed my impulse and wore gold flats and a cerulean scarf with shorts and sweats.  

If I had gone with my first instinct, the results may have been even worse, like wearing ice skates as a football goalie or like an equestrian ill-equipped with hedge trimmers. 

At least my karmic juices had a good wring.