4.20.20

Great Expectations

My eyes saw the rock entrenched in hard mud. My body felt the jarring motion as I hit a few spots too hard with the shovel. But I kept pushing because it felt good to work hard. Also I am not terribly patient. So this morning as I was doing my oh so gentle and critical am yoga, my neck spasmed anyway and I was forced to stare at the garden all day from inside, immobile. It’s like I’m quarantined or something.