Because I attend The Church of Lo (uhm, the temple in my mind), I don’t really have anywhere to confess. So I thought maybe I could confess to you. I hope that’s okay. ;) This may become a regular thing, if I get good at telling the so very bad…
Confession: Sometimes, when all the sweet, silent little bodies in yoga class are lying there peacefully, enjoying a sumptuous yoga nidra, I am doing another thing altogether. I am thinking, “What if all these people in Corpse Pose REALLY WERE CORPSES.” Just me, myself, and I sprawled amidst a sea of uninhabited bodies.
Let me further establish my creep-hood by confessing to you that this doesn’t freak me out, like it probably would a normal person. Now before you have visions of projected necrophilia dancing in your head — STOP. It ain’t like that. I just find the thought…bizarrely intriguing. What would I do? How would I react? How did they get that way? Does yoga kill? What if they become yombies? (= yoga zombies. ok, ok, i made that up.) My overactive mind rains thoughts down like falling toe-tags.
Don’t leave me hangin.’ Have you ever thought any of those things? Or am I just loco? On second thought, let’s not answer the latter.
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