Maitri has been fussed while construction prevents her from going outside on the catio. This morning, she went into the yoga practice room, went into a trance, and projected herself astrally into the garden.
Me and Maitri demonstrating savasana variations; pink, cashmere pajamas from the thrift shop more than a decade ago.
In the middle of this chaos. She reveals my privilege. Self care is not adequate without community care.