#30daysofwriting

[siteemwriter]

"اليوم الثالث "الطائر

"أنا أيضًا كان لدي صديق مثلك، كان نمط الإنسان التائه، متخبط فلا يدري أعلى حق هو أم باطل أَطريقُ الناسِ يسلك أم أن الناس قد ضلُّوا؟ منعزلٌ بائس؛ إن قال كلمة حَمَلَها على ظهره أثقل مما حَمِلَها من سَمِعها، كأن أحرف الناس تلمع وكلماته باهتة، إن سار فَرأسُه مائلة نحو الوراء، عيناه ملتصقتان بآثار خطواته ثم يبكي إذا تعثر، يفكر؛ فما لبثت أفكاره إلا وقد هزمته أو هدمته، ويتسائل هل هو غريب أم أنَّه وُجِد وسط الغرباء؟ أتلك العقول تسلك ما يسلكه السوي أم أنها تسلك ما يسلكه الجمع؟ ثم يلوم نفسه، ثم يلوم العالم، ثم يلوم أهله، ثم يلوم أصحابه، لا يدري ما به، من أين جاء، إلى أين يمشي، هل هو يمشي؟ ماذا لو أنه بالنهاية واقف كمن تصنمت قدماه؟ فارغٌ أجوف؛ قد بحث وراء كل شيء ما عدا ما يفتقده، فقد نسي ما تحتاجه نفسه، أيدري هذا الإنسان أنَّه إذا نظر فإنَّه سَيَرى سماءً مُلِئت نجومًا؟ وما كان وجودها إلَّا لإرشادِه، فإنِّي أُحَدِّثُك بِما غفل كِلاكما عنه، اليوم أبوح بما بَصُرت به، ما لم تدركاه فَقد كُنتُما في ظلامٍ دامس، أنه بينِ نجوم هذه السماء التي غَفَلتما عنها ، وَوُضِعت بين يَديْك نَجمة؛ فإما تُحرَقُ يدك وتظلُ تُمسِكُها، أو أن تَهجُرَها وتَضِلُ للأبد".٣

[thatbaddaughter]

1.15 A.M. I found myself checking my teeth in mirror.

I surround an aura of makeup artists. Not just any artist but those who likes lollipops. My mother always praises me for how am I so direct and give such instant solutions to her bitter problems. She says how? I answered well if one’s parents fail to teach their children to be confident, one has to be on its own learn it by learning, falling, swimming, drowning, smiling, and crying on its own.…

[relungnadi]

Day 23: a letter to someone

Teruntuk: anakku di masa depan,

Entahlah ibu menulis ini dengan tiada keyakinan apakah Tuhan benar-benar menakdirkan kita bertemu dalam kenyataan. Tapi dengarlah ucapan yang tiap hari ibu lontarkan. Hari ini ibu masih terombang-ambing dengan banyak pilihan. Ya, ibu masih menjalani proses menjadi dewasa yang sungguh menyebalkan. Nanti, jikalau kau lahir ke bumi, mari kita sama-sama belajar menjadi anak dan orang tua yang hebat dan saling menyejukkan. Ibu tak mau mendiktemu dengan kalimat-kalimat yang tak perlu. Kamu boleh bilang apa maumu, dan ibu boleh saja tidak setuju. Kita boleh saling beradu tapi berjanjilah untuk tak selalu berseteru. Jika sampai nanti kita dipertemukan takdir di masa depan dan mimpi ibumu belum tuntas, ibu berjanji tak akan menggantungkan mimpiku padamu. Kamu buat yang baru dan lebih seru. Ibu akan sepenuhnya mendukungmu. Kita beranjak sama-sama menuju kata akrab dan lekat. Suatu saat jika Tuhan juga berkehendak Ibu lebih dulu pergi dan kamu tiada pendampingan, kamu boleh bersedih, tak mengapa kalau memang berat menangislah. Tapi kamu harus tau, dari sekian banyak manusia di bumi selalu ada yang baik hati. Jika ayah dan ibu nanti pergi, bersiaplah menjadi mandiri dan sepi. Tak apa sendiri, asal jangan berhenti untuk terus berbaik hati. Cinta ibumu kepadamu tak akan lekang oleh waktu, bahkan sejak Tuhan belum memberikan tanda apapun untuk kita bertemu. Sebentar ya, Ibu masih ingin sendiri dulu. Agar esok bertemu denganmu Ibu sadar sepenuhnya dengan diri ibu. Bahwa bahagia harus berawal dari diri sendiri dulu. Sampai bertemu di waktu yang akan Tuhan hadiahkan untuk ibumu.

[ndarnila]

DAY 6 - Single and Happy

Hilih.. ya single sih. dan happy sih.. 

Tetep aja kalau liat temen deket udah pada mau nikah, mulai khawatir. Nanyain, “apakah diriku pantas untuk dicinta, YA RABB??”

wkaakka, enggak deng.. 

Alhamdulillah sejauh ini (masih) baik-baik aja dan belom mikirin soal jodoh. Yang pasti adalah mulai khawatir kalau temen deket yang bener-bener se-cirlce udah persiapan ina-itu embel-embel nikah. Bukan khawatir dan nanyain aku kapan.. cuma takut aja gak ada temen main lagi,.. pasti udah beda rasanya waktu main. mungkin masih bisa diluangin buat main dan ketemu, tapi pasti beda kan rasanya? Udah mah gua temennya dikit, yak.. gimana atuh.. wakka

Gak mikirin soal jodoh bukan berarti gakmau ya. Tentru saja mau dong..

Cuma..., mengingat diriku punya traumatis yang membekas soal gagal dalam percintaan, jadi hati-hati banget.. Ini pun jadi kiat kenapa detik ini diriku bisa dengan bangga menobatkan diriku sebagai “Single and Happy” yaaa.., karena sudah pasti sejak detik pertama tidak menaruh harapan yang besar ke orang lain. Udah pada tahu lah ya, emang yang bikin kita sakit selalu ekspetasi kita sendiri.

Jadi, tenang aja.. Meskipun gak tenang-tenang banget, jadi single itu gapapa. Kalau belum nemu orangnya juga gapapa. Kalau masih belum bisa lupa sama mantan ya gapapa. Seenggaknya kalau single itu, masalah yang dipikirin cuma masalah diri kita sendiri aja kan? Nah, Itu baru namanya Happy. Belum ada kewajiban buat kita mikirin orang lain. Gak perlu ngerasa bersalah kalau kita abis ngelakuin hal yang kita suka terus lupa ngabarin, bisa main game seharian, bisa bermanja-ria sama diri sendiri, dan lainnya.

Eh, tapi kalau nemu pasangan yang bisa ngertiin gitu sih, enak. Harus dipertahanin😊 respecting someone’s boundaries is a must. Please, I hope someone who is reading this, never forget to put yourself first. it called: self-love. wakaka gitu gak sih?

Doh, payah banget tulisanku hari ini. Kemarin-kemarin juga sih, tapi yg satu ini kayak gatau mau nulis apa.. tapi harus tetap ikhtiar buat belajar nulis. Karena:

“It takes 21 days to develop a habit“ - Maxwell Maltz

*akan ku update secara berkala*

[moyo-mkali]

Here's one of the poems I've written for #JOTTOBER! By the way it's not too late to join our 30 day writing challenge (poetry ,fiction, lyrics, journaling etc.)! So far I've been able to write a poem for each day ! Practicing consistency and discipline. . . . #alexusfaypoetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poems #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #communityofpoets #blackwriters #poetry #poemoftheday #selflovepoetry #selflove #selfpublished #writingchallenge #30daysofwriting (at Compton, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Nk9sdgBu4/?igshid=p8vzjiqycqd

[poetryforthebrokendown]

Day 11: Night

The quiet stillness of the cold dark air

The streetlights reflecting off her bright hair

The sirens in the distance seem to fade away

As long as she's with me and able to stay

Judgements passed and day has run down

The moments stopped, lacking their sound

Just me and her, under the moon

Hoping I can hold her soon

I know we're close to the rising of the sun

But for now I feel like I have won

Until the life creeps over the horizon

Until it catches up and we begin to wizen

Just here and now, her and I

The two of us standing eye to eye

Safe in the comfort our arms can bring

The birds, like angels, now start to sing

Daylight has broken, to our dismay

She knows this means I have to go away

Back to my life, back to reality

Dealing with the day and all it's brutality

Until night falls and here I can creep

Back to the place she finally fell asleep

I leave her behind for one more day

Maybe one day, I'll be the one to stay.

[cosimevil]

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[mama-writes-a-novel]

Day 6

Today I read a stumbled on a story about a pink bike by Rebecca Hopkins. Dear Rebecca, if you're out there, I just wanted to thank you for telling this story. I loved it, especially because I've been trying to get back into biking, and the way you described how difficult it is to get back into riding as an adult made me feel not so alone. I am somebody who inhabits the mind much more than the body. Sometimes I have no idea what my body is doing or how to control it, and now I'm dealing with being totally out of shape since I had my baby.

But I really want to get into biking. I was for a little while when I first moved to Portland, before I got a car, and one night I had a biking dream. I was riding my bike down Skidmore Street, and there were roses in full bloom on either side. It was such a beautiful dream, and I treasured it, especially because I have a lot of driving dreams that are no so pleasant. I'd love to get back to that state of mind.

Finding time to get on a bike is really hard, especially because I want to write (and sleep) when I'm not with Baby. I ordered some lights for my bike and they arrived just today. So I can put those on and ride around for at least 30 minutes every evening after she goes to bed, which I feel like is a good start. Tonight is actually the naked bike ride, which is fun to think about, but I have no desire for that. I should look into the history of it though.

FOREVER I've been looking for the perfect meals to eat every day. I think I have figured it out, thanks to raw tofu! So, here it is: Breakfast: TOFU! Lunch: CHEESE & FRUIT! Dinner: PASTA! It's perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I'm starting a new chapter. Lucky Chapter 13. Why can't I get into it? It's about Forehead. I love it! But every time I think about starting it, I get a little sick. My Instant Gratification Monkey starts chattering like crazy. I guess I just need to start. Okay I'm starting now, despite IGM's REALLY LOUD CHATTERING. I JUST HAVE TO BE LOUDER!!!

[myrddinderwydd]

A Fire Brigade

Prompt #10 for my 30 days of writing challenge: The Iron Bull - A Fire Brigade

Trouble at the Herald’s Rest gets smoky and steamy. (Generally SFW, Adoribull)

I’ll post this to AO3 tomorrow. Enjoy!

The corner of his tavern was on fire.

“Down it goes!” he yelled cheerily, despite the furrow in his leathery brow. A large barrel’s worth of water sloshed across the scorching room in a wave, pushing back the fire and sending forth a plume of smoke. He ducked, holding his breath as he hurried from the Herald’s Rest in great strides, barrel in tow.

Outside the door, a young recruit pulled the barrel from his hands and began rolling it toward the smithy at a breakneck pace. Another filled barrel was on its way from the broad building across the yard, and buckets were passed from hand to hand beside him, in a smaller version of his own fire brigade.

Cullen and Blackwall reached him then, and he pulled the barrel close, one arm around the top, the other beneath.

“Be careful, Bull!” the burly warden admonished. “The mages are on the way!” Blackwall ran sideways for a few steps, headed back for another pass.

Grim and Krem dodged under his elbow on the right as he ducked back into the common room, where drunken patrons had danced only minutes before. Three, four steps, and he was at the kitchen door, heaving the water toward the blazing stove.

Craaackk!

“Damn it!” He lifted the barrel onto his shoulder, turning it and his missing eye toward the collapsing ceiling. Twisting on the ball of one foot, he spun toward the open door.

Steam hissed toward him suddenly, spreading from the outer wall. Ice streaked in along cracks in the boards, flashes of white before they evaporated.

“Ha! A battle of the elements, indeed.” He ducked low as he reached the door, shielding barrel scraping the lintel.

Vivienne stood in the yard, frigid magic streaming from her imperious hand.

The bucket brigade beside him continued with grim enthusiasm as the enchanter held it in check. A flash of orange flared from the second story, and he dodged through the line, concerned that a second fire had begun.

On the balcony above, brilliant scarlet wreathed Dorian’s well-dressed form.

“Hey, are you sure that’s a good--” he started, not bothering to smother a grin at the sight of the handsome ‘Vint.

Whump!

A muffled implosion sounded from the kitchen, and the roar of the inferno was instantly gone.

“You were saying, my well-muscled friend?” Dorian strolled casually down the stairs, a confident smirk curving his lips.

“Damn, that was good.” He shook his head, impressed with their work despite his lingering misgivings where mages were concerned. “I could kiss you right now, Dorian.”

Dorian raised an amused eyebrow as they surveyed the dispersing smoke, and the near edge of the brigade peered cautiously through the doorway.

“Oh, please do,” he quipped with a dramatic sigh. “It’s been far too long.”

He caught the back of Dorian’s neck, hesitating as he felt the mage jerk at the sudden contact. Surprise was what he saw in the dim light though, not fear. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. His blood was already racing from the battle with the fire, and Dorian tasted of wine on a hot summer night. A low growl of pleasure filled his throat as the mage’s eager tongue parted his lips.

Krem’s chagrined laugh was the only warning he had before a bucket’s worth of water hit him in the back of the neck.

[realityisabaredream]

Day 8

Share your celebrity crushes

*smirks* 

SYDNEY SWEENEY - WIFE MATERIAL 

I would love to love her daily. She is an absolute doll, and I will never let her go as my lesbian crush. 

ELIZABETH GILLIES - THE TYPE THAT CAN USE ME AND I’D BE FINE

low key please murder me 

SOPHIE COOKSON - AWAKENING MY LESBIAN FANTASIES WITH THERAPISTS 

seriously shes so fucking mmmpff

[siteemwriter]

"اليوم السادس "الطائر

إني أكتب لك اليوم وأعلم إني لم أكتب لك منذ بضع سنين، فرقتنا الطرق، وربما لأن الحياة تُلهي؛ قد أكون محيت بالفعل من ذاكرتك، لكنني تذكرتك؛ ليس أنني إشتقت لك أو أني أندم على ما أنا عليه الآن فأرسل لك رغبةً في الرجوع الى الماضي، أنا فقط أفقت للحظة، فأردت لك أنت من قد تكون ما زالت تضل مثلي أن تقرأ ما سمعته أنا من مخلوق قد يكون مقارنة بنا هين، لكنه ربما قد أدرك ما لم يدركه كلانا، وإني سأمكث مع هذا الطائر قدرًا من الوقت، فإن وصلك كتابي وقد بلغك ما بلغته أنا من البصيرة؛ دعني أقص لك عن هذا الطائر مجددًا، ربما قد نرى تلك النجمة التي لم نحملها كما يجب حملها بعد. ٦

[thatbaddaughter]

Where I belong?

People change but sometimes all they do is removing one piece of themselves every season or maybe everyday as they learn more and add something more nice and it’s a constant but not an uniform process. We all have this extra yarning for things everyday that make us forget “oh, shit I’m missing out other the thing” or maybe some people are there missing out on purpose (like me) because of the…

[relungnadi]

Day 11: Talk about your siblings

Menjadi dewasa kali ini sungguh menyebalkan. Bahwasannya semua hal harus layak kupikirkan sendirian. Padahal kalau boleh ku menengok masa kelam, masa kanak-kanakku tak pernah luput dari kesepian. Ada dia yang mau diajak berjalan beriringan. Menjalani saban hari dengan berbagai tantangan. Saling bergandeng tangan menemukan petualangan. Aku ingin kembali ke masa kelam barang sehari saja, inginku rasakan lagi menjadi anak kecil dengan penuh rasa keingintahuan. Inginku ulang sekali saja berebut makanan, mainan, dan pakaian demi meraih rasa kemenangan.

Dia, mbak Dita(yem) aku menyebutnya. Saudara perempuan dengan selisih usia tak kurang dari 19 bulan. Haha, setiap masuk sekolah kami hanya beda satu tingkatan. Yang paling menjengkelkan ialah dia tak pernah baik pada adiknya sejak dahulu kala. Duduk di bangku sekolah dasar yang sama, alih-alih menjaga adiknya, dia lebih suka pura-pura tak kenal saban istirahat tiba. Perempuan keras, pemberani, tapi ku akui sebetulnya dia memang baik hati. Anak sulung, perempuan lagi, pundaknya beneran sekuat baja, hatinya seluas samudera, tapi jarang sekali seseorang bisa menyelami kedalamannya. Termasuk aku salah satunya.

Banyak peristiwa yang luput hilang dari perhatian. Banyak problematika yang selalu ia tanggung sendirian. Banyak penderitaan yang selalu ia tahan seorang. Banyak pengorbanan yang ia lakukan diam-diam. Ya, memang kuat sekali pundaknya. Jikalau sekarang dia masih bisa bebas berbicara denganku menyampaikan setiap bulir lika-liku, itu karena memang dia ingin menganggapku lebih dari sesuatu. Biar begini, aku menginginkan posisi adik yang baik bagi mbakku. Tapi terkadang gengsi mengalahkan segala hal. Apa-apa yang tak kuat ditanggung sendirian, akan tumpah ruah pada waktunya datang. Dan benar saja, memang pada akhirnya dia akan lari padaku, menumpahkan segala keluh kesah. Aku pun begitu. Ternyata sungguh membuat haru biru. Sudah dewasa juga ya kita kali ini?

Sejak kecil, selalu bermain tebak-tebakan, siapa yang akan nikah duluan. Karena wajar saja selisih umur kita tak jauh berbeda. Tak menutup kemungkinan aku bakal mendahuluinya. Tapi, ternyata tak begitu juga. Dia yang memilih nikah duluan. Kadang aku sungguh sedu sedan, kenapa dia nikah duluan, ku masih mendambakan jalan-jalan berdua beriringan, saling bertukar pakaian, dan menceritakan gebetan. Pikirku setelah dia punya dunia baru, akan tak lebih seru. Memang banyak masalah baru, tapi juga banyak kebahagiaan yang lebih bermutu. Terlahir malaikat kecil, gadis kecil, bernama Najeela, binar (juga nama panggilannya) matanya menyorotkan kehangatan. Aku rindu sekali dengannya, bukan mbak Dita, tapi dek Najeela. Bola matanya cantik bak emas permata, kulitnya putih merona, wajahnya berbinar bagai cahaya.

Kalau ditanya mungkin dirinya sekarang tak banyak berubah. Menyandang status sebagai seorang istri dan ibu bagi seseorang, tak ayal membuatnya luput dari perannya sebagai seorang kakak. Tak jarang ia jadi teman berbicara tentang segala hal, saling menelusuri berbagai ekspektasi yang patut dijualbeli, meniti mimpi yang patut untuk digapai kembali, jadi ruang pelarian kala cek-cok dengan Ibu di suatu hari, kadang juga sering menasehati.

Perasaan ini mungkin hanya secuil dari isi hati. Entah kenapa menuliskan sebait dua bait untuk saudara terasa amat sulit. Bukan gengsi, hanya saja tak semua hal bisa diucap lewat kata-kata manis. Tapi ya begitu adanya, hanya ini yang bisa kau baca. Kalau kau kira aku masih kurang romansanya, esok ku pikirkan dulu kata-kata manis untuk membuatmu menangis bahagia. Selamat mengarungi masa membosankan menjadi seorang kakak dari adikmu yang pas-pasan, mbak. Kuuntai seikat doa untukmu dan keluarga di sana. Semoga baik buruk kehidupan selalu bisa kaulewati dengan tegar seperti biasanya.

--

ditulis oleh: adikmu yang paling manis sejagat raya dan tiada dua pastinya

[reapers-carino]

Master

“I'm sorry Master, I-I couldn't…”

You stumbled over your words, a rueful blush burning across your cheeks, staring up at McCree through thick, wet lashes. You chewed on your bottom lip as you fidgeted, breath catching your throat as McCree gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up until both of your eyes connected. A shiver rolled down your spine, his smouldering gaze trapping you as a devilish smirk pulled at his lips. His thumb teasingly rubbed at your bottom lip, the smirk growing as your lips wrapped around it. Your thighs squeezed together as you suckled on his thumb, apprehensive relief beginning to trickle in.

“I ain't mad at cha baby doll”, he drawled, his accent thick and sweet as honey. He pulled his thumb back, grasping your chin again and dipping his head down. He pressed a hard kiss against your lips, your knees going weak and core throbbing hungrily once more. The essence of him surrounded you; the sweet smell of his cigarillos mixing with the metallic sharpness of gunpowder and a spiced musk filled your nose as the soft scratch of his beard nipped at your chin and cheeks. Your head swam as he deepened the kiss, one hand moving to the small of your back to steady you before he pulled away. “But ya still gotta be punished angel.”

You groped for words, mouth opening and closing a few times before Jesse chuckled low in his chest, the sound sending fire into your belly. Bargaining would do you no good, Jesse could debate with the best of them. And arguing would only ensure that your well deserved punishment be only that much worse. And so you would acquiesce.

“Yes Master…”

“Good girl”, Jesse hummed, letting go of your chin and patting your head before leading you back towards the bed. “Now you wait right there. Let Daddy get good’n’ready for ya.”

“Yes, Sir…”

You waited, eyes darting between the floor and your Master, anxious butterflies twisting and dancing inside your stomach, fighting with the heat the throbbed in your core. McCree moved leisurely; adjusting the position of your full length mirror so it sat a few feet away from the bed, smoothing out the blankets the two of you had mussed up earlier. You nibbled on your bottom lip as he took a seat, his bulge obvious as he patted his spread knees adoringly. He lifted his prosthetic arm, motioning for you to come near and offering his hand to you. You took a half step forward, placing your hand in his, squeaking as he pulled you forward and between his legs.

“You remember the rules don'tcha darlin’”, McCree practically hummed, his sienna eyes even darker with lust.

“Yes Master”, you replied softly as he moved his hands to your hips, turning you slowly and placing you over his knee. He was careful, as always, the fabric of his jeans grazing 5 he back of your thighs while a blanket had been placed on his left thigh.

His thighs caged and trapped yours, his palm sliding down your back and down to your ass, massaging the full flesh tenderly. Gasping, you bit the inside of your cheek to silence the moan that begged to tumblr out, focusing your mind on what you should be saying. Releasing a slow breath you whimpered as his fingers teased at your folds before pulling away.

“I count and say thank you…”

“Thank you for what baby doll”, he said, a husky chuckle falling from his lips as his hand began to tap your ass in preparation.

“For punishing me for cumming without permission Master”, you gasped as his hand fell slightly harder against your ass. “For making sure I'm a good girl.”

McCree hand rubbed your ass and upper thighs tenderly before pulling away completely, waiting patiently as you put your arms behind your back. Pinning your wrists with his prosthetic hand, he chuckled lowly as he gave several more warm up smacks before pinching your rear and straightening up.

“Well let's get to countin’ pumpkin.”

[iexpressinwords]

Day 8: Rupi Kaur

Sometimes, its hard to find the words to describe something yourself. Rupi Kaur in her book, “the sun and her flowers’, perfectly describes what being an immigrant feels like. The book overall is like a warm hug. this poem in particular is just beautiful. Here it is:

they have no idea what it is like

to lose home at the risk of

never finding home again

to have your entire life

split between two lands and

become the bridge between two countries

-immigrant

[dailychaty]

Hari 3 - Yoga

Saya melewati satu hari lagi dalam menulis. Waduh, hahaha.. Sepertinya polanya akan seperti itu sampai tulisan ke-30. Jadi seharusnya bukan hari ke sekian tapi tulisan ke sekian begitu ya di judulnya.

Baiklah, Yoga.

Saya sedang suka beryoga di rumah. Awalnya, saya mencoba mengikuti vinyasa di video Boho Beautiful. Dari situ keingintahuan saya tumbuh dan ingin pelan-pelan mempelajari yoga. Karena saya lagi jadi anak rumahan, sayapun mengikuti video dari Mbak Adriene di youtube, atas saran Iyut.

Instruksi Mbak Adriene diikuti untuk pemula dan kita belajar pelan-pelan (katanya ini namanya hatha yoga), meskipun dia menyediakan video vinyasa yang lumayan cepat juga. Dan hari ini, saya sudah di hari ke-9 dalam #30DaysofYoga !

Setelah beberapa kali ber-asana (sebutan untuk gerakan-gerakan dalam praktik yoga), saya merasa pilihan makanan saya lebih sehat. Tadinya makan apa saja masuk ke perut asal pedasnya bisa ditoleransi, sekarang lebih perhatian pada apa yang saya pilih untuk makan. Saya ingin makan buah setiap hari, dan tidak lagi bernafsu buta tiap melihat makanan cantik atau menggiurkan yang mungkin termasuk junk food.

Beryoga tidak membuat berat badan saya turun. Tubuh saya kurus, sulit nambah berat badan. Berat saya cuma berkisar antara 38-40 kg. Setelah belajar yoga sendiri kira-kira 2 bulan dan dalam waktu bersamaan tidak lagi makan sembarangan, justru berat saya sekarang bertambah 1 kg. Terharu gitu saya waktu pertama kali nimbang di kos Nada.

Oh ya, di kos Nada, berat saya bertambah 2 kg, tapi kemudian di rumah timbangannya menunjukkan kalau saya bertambah 1 kg. Intinya berat saya nambah. 

(Terharu mode on lagi)

Banyak manfaat ber-yoga yang bisa dirasakan tidak lama setelah memulai, seperti perubahan keinginan makan dan postur tubuh. Selain itu, banyak manfaat lain yang banyak disebutkan di internet.

Saya juga menyadari kemiripan dengan gerakan salat 5 waktu. Hanya saja, selama ini saya melakukannya seenak udel, tidak menghayati dan kadang pingin cepat selesai. Rupanya, kalau kita melakukan gerakan salat pelan-pelan dan mengatur nafas ketika melafalkan bacaan, badan akan terasa lebih enak juga, selain lebih menghayati bacaan. Coba deh.