I made time for a yoga practice after work last week, a Jivamukti session with a teacher who always inspires and challenges. It felt like a small victory, being on the mat instead of (still) in the office. I say “after work” as if that is a thing; I own the reality I have created for myself.
Today in the sun under the almost-shade of flowering trees, as friends and family argue animatedly around me and birds ignore all of us. Choosing can feel like winning, even when you’re not quite sure what this fight is for.
I know this year I have decisions to make; I know in truth I have already made them. But there’s often a space between the knowing and the doing.
I have decisions to make because all around me people in positions of power are deciding whether people like me deserve to live. It seems strange to say, but this is where we are. And where we are is increasingly inhospitable, deliberately cruel, actively violent.