yoga

Having recently embarked on a detox/cleanse to clean house on all that is rotten in the state of Denmark, I've been managing to haul my butt back to yoga class to help facilitate the process.

Whether it is the detox that is causing all sorts of haunting things to float to the surface, or the fact that I seem to be happy as a clam letting my addictions overpower me, I've discovered that yoga practice remains the one place I am safe from myself. It is the one space where I am fully in the moment, focused, grounded and engaged at the task (or pose) at hand.

It's rather enjoyable and a nice break from my currently reality.
Perhaps I need to become a yogi.

hmm.