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Another fine yoga
session complete at beautiful Bass Lake.
Savasanna, the
corpse pose is left. The full weight of my body settles into the fine beach
sand. My palms are open expressing
gratitude, my feet are splayed, my chin in, neck straight. Focusing on the very tip of my nose, the
breaths are slow and long... leafing down, relaxation overcomes me. "So many people never relax.", I
say to myself, enjoying the sunshine, light breeze and lapping wake...
... (time
passes)......I pretty near fell asleep... my eyes pop open... a Golden Eagle or
Turkey Buzzard, is in the drafts right
above me... it's feathers were glistening in the sun light as it swooped,
circled and dived... a most wonderful slice of nature... I watched for a while
fascinated... then I thought he thought I was dead.
I jumped up.
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Another fine yoga
session complete at beautiful Boot Lake.
This site faces
Southeast for morning sun and protected on windy days from the West/NW. It is connected to a small campground so more
people are around. There is a boat
launch nearby, also, as I practice I watch the fishermen and where they go (out
by the point seems the most popular).
At the end of this
session I decided to sit and meditate, as I do at the end of most. Thinking, not non-thinking or the BS the mind
controllers are pulling. Thinking is
problem solving, non-thinking is you sitting on your ass. It's a popular lake and boats at the launch come
and go, it's just a noise coming through the trees in the background as people
load or unload, something I accept at this beautiful spot. A few minutes go by and a strange sound makes
me pop my eyes open...
... it was the
sound of dog nails on hard plastic, whimpering and tap dancing. He had on a yellow vest with black words, I
assume read 'Emotional Support' or some such crap. On his collar was a leash and attached to the
other end was a man in his paddle kayak.
Floppy hat, fishing pole, cooler... and his petrified dog stuck of 4 sq
ft of unstable ground, whimpering like he couldn't swim. You might say I was non-thinking as I sat
stunned and speechless as they went by.
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Next Up : Laundry
Cat
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