Brr! Chilly this mornin’! Gonna go warm up to the Boss’s count. TGIP (thank g…
Brr! Chilly this mornin’! Gonna go warm up to the Boss’s count. TGIP (thank god it’s primary), everyone.
Brr! Chilly this mornin’! Gonna go warm up to the Boss’s count. TGIP (thank god it’s primary), everyone.
I ate the gobi. The gobi ate my bandhas. Hmf.
And all of a sudden, the tune of that Gotye track started playing in my head. The bastardized lyrics “You’re just the body that I used to know” remained from the time I started to reach back in the last of my postures to the time I got off that mat.
No matter how you cut it, 3:05am as a wakeup time is really, truly, the middle of the night. And, I love it.
Mysore Thanksgiving was a total treat. To my friends back home, embrace the attitude of gratitude… I know you’ll forgive the platitude.
Rocket Yoga: “Is it really ashtanga with… spirit fingers?” — Lisa Kaneff by way of Julia Crantz. Come find out at Flow Yoga Center on Saturday at @ 2:30. Last time teaching ’til after India!
Shhh… I may or may not have been playing hooky from practice all week. Wow, I’m sure glad I got that off my chest!
Sleeping alone. Practice in the morning. The only constant is change.
Today I took a tumble in the last pose of my practice. “The highest sadhana (spiritual practice)? Bear insult, bear injury.” — Swami Sivananda
The price of a Mysore Dosa in the US. Bhaj and gobi manchurian. Date night!