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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 177 I only want to survive and to be happy while I'm trying to survive." "How do you do that?" I ask. "I meditate. I do yoga. I eat vitamins. I've come to respect my body." She shows me one of her exercises. We breathe together. "One. . .two. . .three. . .four. . .breathe out. . . two. . .three. . .four. . . hold it. . .two. . .three. . .four . . .relax and do it again. . .breathe in. . ." "That's really good," I say after a while. It is. I feel terrific. I may just take up yoga. "Isn't it?" Her eyes move from mine to where the baby pushes and kicks like a demon in the middle of me. Can she see these shifting bulges? She smiles. "When is your baby due?" "In August." "August is a good month." "Augustus Caesar thought so, anyway," I say. "Leo is a good sign. He'll be an extrovert, always in charge. Possessive. My fiance was a Leo." "I don't believe much in astrology." "Neither do I. But then, I'm a mellow Pisces, non-resisting, just drifting along with the current. Anything's possible." We talk about astrology, and women's lib, and abortion. I |