I know that when I do this pose, I feel like I am giving my thoughts permission to drip out of me and then when I am ready to emerge out of downward facing dog, I can see the puddle of words and cracked worries beside me. Then, I sop them up with imaginary paper towel and walk away.
I have been trying to fall in love with yoga for a long time and I think we are just still getting to know each other (again). Sometimes, it is best to wait before making such grand announcements. While my body presses into these poses, I feel like my bones are making poetry. My breaths are filling up the room just like I imagine my words take up a page. These poses are medicinal and contemplative and forgiving.
I am working toward finding my way back in.
Aimee Herman 
How appropriate that “Day 25” of your thoughts should arrive on Christ’s Birthday…
…it made me stop and contemplate… consider… pause to reflect. It is a shame that I don’t allow myself such moments more often. And then again, if I did have many more such moments they wouldn’t be as special.
You are such a wonderful writer. You make me think and appreciate the good in my life.
Thank you!