When I was in college (like fifteen years ago!), I took a relaxation yoga class, which was taught by this elderly, cheerful, roly poly man who seemed like the essence of calm to me. We would do long visualizations, and the calming image that my brain thought up was a sand dune in a desert: warm, toast-colored sand, a soft hissing wind that sculpts the sand into tiny sparkling sharp-soft ridges, and a rectangle of fuchsia silk, rippling in the wind, against a deep blue sky.
A few weeks ago, I found a discounted remnant of fuchsia silk, left over from some fancy NYC designer's studio, and it's hanging in my window, rippling in the breeze of the fan. It feels really good to look at it.
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