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  • Yesterday I decided to try an experiment - I did my morning yoga on my bed instead of on my kitchen floor, the way I always do. It's not what you think - I wasn't just lying in bed, pretending to do yoga. I was really doing it. I tried it again today.

    It's an experiment. I want to shake up my life - shed old patterns of behavior. I want to find new life, new inspiration. Starting with yoga on my bed seemed like a fun idea.

    The cats hate it, though. At least - they don't seem to understand. They complain bitterly that I'm not in the kitchen, possibly about to feed them breakfast. They think I will forget about their needs. They remind me constantly that they *have* urgent needs, that only I can meet.

    The yoga on top of my bed is interesting. My body experiences the "ground" differently, and the poses seem unusual, with fresh problems to explore.

    Afterwards, I sit in the middle of the bed doing my meditation, the cats milling around me. Like my thoughts, they keep intruding on my attention.

    And as with my stray thoughts, I keep sending them compassion...
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