the love child

In pigeon pose yesterday, my mind shot to, well, bastards. In the literal sense of the word. I had my reasons, and pigeon will do that to a person. The hips and all. Before noticing and returning to breath, I said to this sudden intrusion of thought, “I prefer love child, really.” Contented, I settled back in.

A half an hour later, on my walk home, I saw this.

Happy Holidays. And Merry Days Getting Lighter and Lighter Again.

Update 1/17/2013:  This morning on the walk to mysore I spotted THE LOVE CHILD scrawled on the side of a (moving) truck. Too fast to catch, but what a happy sight.


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