I look at this photo and feel so conflicted. Part of me would do anything to look like this again. That vein in my shoulder? I haven’t seen it for years. I miss it. The sensation feels similar to what I imagine drug addiction does. All of the good, and perfect, and pure flashes into my mind, without any of the pain and anguish that accompanies it.
How telling myself stories, which may or may not be true, has changed me.
The dreaded hot flushes are back. This is the third time I’ve been afflicted. The other two times they disappeared when my period came back.
In 2009 I participated in the lovely Michelle’s Exposed Movement. This year Michelle urged all the original participants to post an update. I am having trouble knowing what to say.
There is no instruction manual for inhabiting you, no shortcut, no finished product I can emulate. All I have is an organic mess that requires embodiment and a relationship.
I’m ashamed to admit how screwed up I was around food and embarrassed about how I made an enemy of something so innocuous.
After four days of excruciating back pain I went to the doctor. She sent me to the hospital. Yesterday afternoon I had my appendix taken out.
I haven’t been to class since Friday. Having three days off is not what I planned. Saturday, raining and windy, was my allocated day off and I expected to be back in the hot room on Sunday. But then the last thing I imagined happened …
When I was riding my bike to yoga I was thinking to myself I don’t want to do this — it’s such hard work and I’m not getting any results. Of course I forgot about my shoulder, my skin, my digestion, and my improved sleep.
I believe the way we live our life, our sense of joy and purpose is determined by who we are on the inside. Not what we think, but our emotional balance.
I didn’t want to go to yoga yesterday. I almost didn’t. But as always, I’m glad I did. I was a bit exhausted to tell the truth, and my spine felt like it had been bent over backwards. Hang on — it had! I asked the owner of the studio about electrolytes. Yogis say that… Read More
I always get nervous before I go to Bikram Yoga class. I wonder if I’ve had enough water, if my lunch has been digested and if I’ll make it there in one piece.
A woman came up to me after her second Bikram Yoga class this afternoon and asked ‘How did you do nine classes in ten days?’ This was my reply: I never put any expectations on myself. If all I do is show up and stay in the room for ninety minutes I’m still getting the… Read More