There’s a hot bartender that I would never have the nerve to talk to. She holds up a Murakami book and I lose all pretense. Norwegian Wood was a beautiful way to discover someone else’s pain. After that, I know my pain is real and I’m not the only person that feels it. One of my first baby steps toward seeing the unity within us. Or something.
I’ve done yoga before work nearly every day this month. I uncovered a link between janu sirsasana and parsva trikonasana that is improving my center of gravity during twists. I’m aware I need a class. My balance is off and I’m lacking strength in my core. I am certain I can go back to The Center for Yoga but I’m not sure if I want to. It’s expensive. And a bit stuffy. Without doubt that’s the best way for me to improve my asana. It should be covered by mental health insurance.
Instead I’m going to check out the cannabis yoga class in SoDo. Not only is is something new to try but I have definite thoughts about what kind of yoga goes well with weed. It’s a chance to test the validity of my lifestyle. My mentors decry smoking pot. There is no room in a yogi’s life for something so base. For me, it’s a gateway (pun intended) to higher ground (pun intended). But seriously, it’s worth exploring. I feel like there are connections between mental and spiritual expansion to be found in that area.
I also need to figure out a way to supplement my income and teaching yoga is the most ideal situation. Doing everything I can to improve that potential is my best investment right now. I’m also reading the yoga sutras. And planning a pornographic yoga video for the HUMP! film festival. And I want to teach. I really want to teach. I can see connections and improvements in my life as clearly as my body when looking through the lens of yoga. Balance and moderation blend seamlessly into my daily life and I can relax for a while.
That’s probably the end of the book right there. What it means to legit relax. It’s a tough concept for some of us. Fortunately, not tougher than me.