Me, Alex, and Tom in Weiden |
Being back in the hot Yoga room feels fantastic, as does trekking on with my spiritual journey in that realm. I've really taken to heart this week there is no epitome of 'yoginess', grasping the notion that right now, today, and this minute, I AM yoga. (But I am pretty stoked about being able to hook my right leg around my left calf in Garudasana pose). It's the same thing with everything else. There is no end-state of perfection, but rather a way of living perfectly. When and if you ever find someone who faithfully supports your quest to do so, put them in your will. Until then, just keep on truckin'. This is my life, this is your life, and it's the only one we have, people. It's not one that's been granted magic wishes, money-back guarantees, refunds, or finger snapping, nose wiggling, or heel clicking do-overs. Nope, we're all sorta stuck with the cards we've been dealt. True, there are throw away cards, face up cards, and those ever mysterious draw cards, but the fact remains a full deck has only so many options. To those that only know yoga as a stretching thing from India this may all sound foreign, but to those that have delved into the practice for one session or a thousand, I hope you get the vibe I'm tossing out.
I will probably come back here and add, edit, tweak, and greatly modify, but for now this is what I got.
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