The Ultimate Kick in the Pants
OK.
Sometimes life gets weird, and this is one of them.
I have been sooooooo avoiding the inner conflict of picking up my yoga practice. Obvious to anyone that knows me. But yesterday I sorted through the piling up mags and made a nifty little stack of languishing, unread Aquarian Times to stick on the bookshelf next to my collecting-dust Bound Lotus manual and various other yoga tomes I haven't cracked in almost GASP a year and a half.
And for some reason flipped through one and for some other reason stopped to read the White Tantric ad....only that...(OK, I did say this was weird, right?)
...and I literally felt a foot connect to my backside.
White Tantric is coming HERE, to Minneapolis, in November 2008.
The marathon of meditation.
The workshop I was soooooooo set to HATE when I had to take it to get my certification, approaching the mandated attendance with total resentment for the not-at-all-in-the-budget expense of a trip to Chicago....
...and found myself wishing I could run rogue and caravan around the globe doing nothing else by the end of the day.
It will be here, in my back yard, in 16 months.
And I am going to be ready.
Sometimes life gets weird, and this is one of them.
I have been sooooooo avoiding the inner conflict of picking up my yoga practice. Obvious to anyone that knows me. But yesterday I sorted through the piling up mags and made a nifty little stack of languishing, unread Aquarian Times to stick on the bookshelf next to my collecting-dust Bound Lotus manual and various other yoga tomes I haven't cracked in almost GASP a year and a half.
And for some reason flipped through one and for some other reason stopped to read the White Tantric ad....only that...(OK, I did say this was weird, right?)
...and I literally felt a foot connect to my backside.
White Tantric is coming HERE, to Minneapolis, in November 2008.
The marathon of meditation.
The workshop I was soooooooo set to HATE when I had to take it to get my certification, approaching the mandated attendance with total resentment for the not-at-all-in-the-budget expense of a trip to Chicago....
...and found myself wishing I could run rogue and caravan around the globe doing nothing else by the end of the day.
It will be here, in my back yard, in 16 months.
And I am going to be ready.
posted by Dawn at 2:07 PM
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