"They were only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas as the years." -MP
24 September 2010
A week Without Astanga
Yep- the title sums it all up (no obscure literature reference here, maybe because I feel rather unwitty at 3:12AM). I went a whole week, seven days without an astanga class or home practice. No fear- my astanga book, David Swenson's, arrived in the mail yesterday- assuring that this travesty shall never again happen.
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