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About the time that my son had made it to one year, I pub­lished my lat­est post, #365, a year’s worth. Took me three years. The last year felt like three in some ways and like three min­utes in some ways.

As I write now...
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www.bendlight.me/2012/05/3651/

It’s Sunday night and Summer has moved past itself and it is Fall and you are thirty and Williams-Sonoma and Pottery Barn were believable for the last ten years and the air snaps in the first coolness, and you are thinking about how you are successful now and everything looks sharp, like the air on this first day of Autumn and it’s Sunday and there are eight hours to feel the luxury of success and a good dinner with someone you hope you love and then off to sleep and Monday comes and that’s completely different:
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www.bendlight.me/2012/05/sunday-at-thirty-five/

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www.bendlight.me/2012/05/unlikely-2/

I had stopped paying attention to the melodious sounds of
--inhale into upward facing dog
--exhale into downward.. etc.
Her voice was great, like lotus butter, but I was simply putting one breath after another in a heroic effort to remain breathing at all--you would have called it gasping if you had been the poor person next to me. We were not in to this Power (!!) Vinyasa Yoga Class far, maybe 10/90 minutes. The temperature in the room was exactly 90°F. The thermometer on the wall, next to the clock with every number replaced with the word “Now”, said so. For a “hot” yoga class, this is apparently on the tepid side. I am pretty sure I just had a fever. I could go on like this, but...

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www.bendlight.me/2012/05/yoga/

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