I went down onto the yoga mat this morning and folded into child’s pose. The moment my forehead touched ground, a voice rang loud and clear in my head: Now is not the time to teach a vision workshop. I felt my brow crinkle as, folded over, breath filled my achy, inflamed back body. Yes, I’d regressed into another crooked spine flare-up, since returning to Washington; and it was taking its toll on me physically and mentally. But, I swear, I was energized about my mind-body vis

The microwave digital clock reads 10:23, and my eyes widen. For the first time in weeks, without the 7 am wake-up call of saws and sanders, nail guns and blasting Latin FM radio, I slept! Because the porch project is done, and done beautifully. I grab my teacup and tiptoe out the basement door, up the stairs, into the quiet morning to take a peek. It feels like Christmas. And in all the excitement, I forget about my numb left leg, the impingement of twisted vertebra L2 and 3