The First Three Days

Dear Ones, I am not entirely sure how to begin the introduction to today’s draft. By now you know how the American presidential election went. I hoped, prayed, begged that it would go otherwise, but it didn’t. There’s work to do, and people to protect. I’m figuring out my role in that now. But first, there was the processing. Today’s draft is a little summary of the processing.

On Wednesday morning, I read the news and I did yoga—

I rolled out my mat, sat in the middle in half-lotus pose,

dropped into a forward fold,

and sobbed until I felt tears running over my ankles.

Afterwards I rested in corpse pose,

crying until tears flowed over my ears and onto the mat.

Thursday I gave up.

I sat in my bed with coffee and heavily buttered toast,

watched videos until my brain became smooth jelly,

free of the edges of worry.

Friday I embraced the Kali Yuga.

On my yoga mat, I lingered

in dolphin pose and thought about

lifting my feet off the ground,

ready to fly upwards, Strong in body,

calm in mind.

I moved through each pose until I felt powerful again.

I made plans.

It will be the same tomorrow, and the next day,

and every other day until the end of the Kali Yuga,

or the end of my life.

Whichever comes first.