How do we know god exists? We cannot see god, but we can see the evidence of god. Is cleavage boobs? No, cleavage is not boobs. We cannot see boobs. But we know boobs exist because cleavage exists. “Ah!” you say, “what about butt? Butt has cleavage!” That is true and good. We cannot see …
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NO-ga
I’m quitting yoga. Spare me your admonitions. It’s been a lonely, solitary journey wracked with frustration, pain, stress, embarrassment, and emotional unease. Sure, I’ve noticed a physical change (when I actually stick to the regimen), but otherwise, there has been nothing positive about it. Those people in that room are in a different social class …
Ugly Face
I shouldn’t do visualization exercises during yoga. Just shouldn’t. Today we did a five-armed blessing thing, more like a guided meditation. Silently, we’d visualize someone, and then silently give them our blessing. “_____, I wish for you to be happy, healthy, and wise.” Innocuous, and is supposed to help us extend compassion to others. The …
Bent Up
Agitated beyond need. They tell me to be kind, forgiving, compassionate to myself. That sounds nice. Pretty words. But tonight’s yoga practice has left me agitated, unwilling to stop feeling embarrassed for not getting it, for not understanding, for not having any sense of what to do with my body. I have just enough awareness …
Yogi On the Path
Ripples and troubles with my yoga training. Good sessions, not so good sessions. Perplexed. I have limits. Physical limits. Things that are tight that should not be. Joints that should bend but do not. Mental limits. There are a lot of things at once to pay attention to. Posture, the roll of the leg, the …