Until I actually realised that my left knee hurts more than the heat of a thousand suns when pressure applied to it. Yoga mat back in the closet.
'Feel it Still' by Portugal the Man inspired me to write like a hurricane!
If I'm inspired I won't stop until I'm either hungry or one of the cats give's me the thousand-yard death stare.
I even had a staff made out of driftwood (I'm a hippie at heart) to help along one side of my hip that's also decided to take a vacation.
Previous to me crumpling in a heap in the Starbucks queue, I'd have been skeptical about meditation.
Stop blathering, woman. Get to the point!