Mrtasana

Yoga makes me feel better, but it doesn't stop the heat. I practice in the shade of the mesquites. Something feels not quite right. The swamp smells of sulfur and methane. Do odors cast shadows? Screams interrupt my practice. A man at the edge of the swamp is in flames "Drop!" I yell. "Roll in … Continue reading Mrtasana

Vasisthasana

Jarrod the Lightbringer says to do yoga, lots of yoga. I trust Jarrod as if he were my last and only line to sanity, which I feel he may be. I have discovered a methane blowhole in the field behind base camp: That's what causes the dizziness and nausea. I'm limiting my time at the … Continue reading Vasisthasana