I am upside side in the Yoga room.
Sweat drips from feet to head.
My Lymph system getting a healthy upheaval.
What is the point?
Many mornings, I concoct grey, brown smoothies of various roots, grains and dairy, bypassing the butter and white toast.
Yet, I have been randomly selected to get breast cancer.
I thought a combination of prayer, sleep, healthy eating, social engagement, mental stimulation, soul searching faith clinging, would ward away the evil spirits.
They come forth as mystery areas under my nipple.
Inversions don't work.