Wednesday September 7, 2016
The Ashtanga Yoga Primer
Baba Hari Dass
Snail puts his hand on my lower back and my skin crawls.
“Please don’t do that…”
He takes his hand away and sneers.
“What’s the matter, you got one of those weird “bubble” things?”
I know what he’s talking about. Nessa always says, “Don’t hug me. Don’t enter the bubble.”
But that’s not it. I do not have a bubble issue. I don’t want to be touched by Snail or even within touching distance of him.