ever so much better

One of the things I would like to have happen as I progress is put the very distinct ability I have to totally fry myself to good use. Sunday's panic attack was a proverbial humdinger - I can laugh at it now, but it took Monday and yesterday to fully recover. (I don't just get shortness of breath, my system goes *nuts*.) My muscles were stiff from tensing up, I felt as though I'd run a marathon, and my sleep cycle is still trying to work itself out. However, my husband and I used the down time as a mini vacation and chance to re-evaluate some things we needed to approach differently. And I now have a (wait for it)....quitting time!

Part of trying to help my system readjust to as-normal-as-possible is adopting a lovely, stretchy, Warrior-heavy forward-bending practice that reduces me to a blissful pile of yoga jello. I finished up about an hour ago, and am still sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, feeling very warm and happy, beaming like a Cheshire cat and making my husband think I must certainly be high as a kite. All I can do is *be*. I was so relaxed and happily still in savasana that I worried my dog - who wandered over, sniffed a bit, put her nose in my face, and then finally sat with a reassuring paw on my shoulder. She even did the it's-gonna-be-okay-mommy grunt a few times. ("I Love the 80's" has never been this interesting!)

I do, however, need to loll my way over to the kitchen and whip up tonight's dinner (fried rice a'la Digs Magazine). And I probably need to spend time letting my dog know that I really am fine - she's sitting across the living room staring, as if saying, "Seriously , woman, you've not blinked!"

Try the JivaDiva's forward bending podcast for a nice, nice evening.