OK, so it wasn’t the first thing I came upon.
First, I slept ’til noon. (While I endorse indulgence, it’s not so much as it might seem. In fact I figured out – genius! – that I should do so more often, because my working plan has been to try to make myself sleep til noon days I work, and force myself out of bed early days I don’t so I “get more done.” What a doofhead.)
Then, I sat in my pajamas, ate chocolate chip cookies and watched soap operas. Followed by Law & Order & Crossing Jordan. While doing Sudoku. For reasons I find embarrassingly obvious I find the order exhibited by cop shows and number puzzles comforting.
Then I looked up job coaching on the web. And employment ads. Then I googled “I need a new job.” (Even funnier results: “I hate my f***ing job.”)
Then I put Baroque music on Itunes streaming from the computer, took my latest installation of Tantric teaching to the bath….
And then I finally started to deal.
Pranayam is consciously relating to breath. Crying is breathing with a vengeance. Consciously Breathing With A Vengeance, now that’s yoga.