The Universe has delivered once again!
When I bought the new bed, I realised that it was way too high for Princess Fur to jump up or down. She's tried a few times, but I've discouraged it because the jump down, especially, is a hard landing for a little dog.
The other day, it occurred to me that a simple ottoman would provide a 'step up' for Fur to jump to the bed. I resolved to keep a lookout for something like that on our daily walks (people frequently leave stuff out at the curb for give-away).
And that's how we found our Ikea footstool, in really great condition.
It took Princess Fur all of three seconds to discover the awesomeness of this footstool, her magic conduit to luxurious naps on the comfy memory-foam mattress. This dog is spoiled!!!
I realise that my 'yoga blog' seems to have transformed into a photography-and-schnauzer-daily-cute-a-thon. I supposed I could write about my practice, and there's certainly stuff to write about, but...
How do I put this? I just can't seem to write about my asana practice anymore. There's been a shift - writing about yoga practice doesn't feel comfortable to me anymore. I hesitate to say this because I don't hold any strong opinions about those who do choose to write about their practice - in fact, I *love* reading those blogs.
I just can't seem to find a way to write about my own practice. Whenever I write a post and prepare to hit the publish button, I suddenly feel like I'm standing on a street corner in my underwear singing Frère Jacques.
It's not even a the daily trauma of the-pose-that-shall-not-be-named that has made me so tentative. My practice just no longer feels blogable.
So I'm struggling with this virtual space, how to inhabit it in a vibrant and interesting way without falling back on practice reports and asana-ennui. I'm have a few ideas and (hopefully) you'll see some other posts pop up that don't include schnauzer ears peeking over a quilt.
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