In my previous life, I got a little grossed out by icky-drippy sweat. Fortunately, I suppose, the me of those yesteryears didn’t do a whole lot of sweating. These days, however, I’ve made sweating a new form of art.
I start by rolling out my mat like a canvas. Next, I close my eyes and set an intention. Then, I let the magic happen. As I flow from pose to pose, my creative juices begin to ooze from my every pore until it has build up to a slippery mess. With the hard work behind me, I put the finishing touches on my work. Searching for the parts on my canvas that have remained unaltered for those final poses until the moment where I can finally lie back and bask in the satisfaction of a job-well-done.
Finally, I sit back up, rejoice in song, and rise to examine my creation…
my sweat art
Posted by Juls.
Posted on Fri, 25 May 2012 at 10:21 pm
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