Posted by ClearSkies on November 24, 2006, at 10:08:55
In reply to An endurance test, posted by ClearSkies on November 23, 2006, at 8:58:16
Every now and then I disappear and huddle on the floor in the bedroom. Curl up in a yoga child's pose, feeling the safety of drawing my knees into my chest and just being still, alone with my breath.
Close the door to the combination of tv, stereo, multiple conversations competing to be heard above one another. I press my hands to cover my ears, then my eyes, then my mouth.
Under seige.
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