The view from down here and over there

 My view has improved since yesterday.  I can lie on the floor and look out the window. The hard floor seems to align my spine.

If I turn my head the other way there's a cool painting from Ireland I can enjoy. I like the rough brush strokes and the colors.

Getting up from the floor takes a few minutes. Each new position has to happen in stages, and then let the muscles relax enough to do the next one. That should make me slow down a bit.

I told Ron it was probably punishment for not getting to yoga classes this month. He said, "Right all you Catholics. Everything has to be a punishment!"  For the record, neither of us is Catholic, but old habits die hard.


I can do downward facing dog to stretch my legs and arms. That gives me this perspective.

Stretching like this feels delicious and dangerous. But it didn't hurt!