After more than half a year of regular yoga practice, I feel steadier. More focused. And ever more deeply rooted. Serenity is now descending upon me by the day. But it is not the serenity of the kind I expected. Or perhaps even feared. The serenity of a wimp, that is. Rather, it is the serenity of a samurai. Day by day, I feel readier to sally forth when duty calls. And to chop off a villain’s head without dread. Without hesitation. As well as without second thoughts. I feel readier to leave this mortal coil with ease and perhaps even joy. God be praised, the serenity that is now descending upon me is entirely to my archaic taste.