Thursday, March 12, 2009

Not living in the here and now at all...


...in less than a week and a half, I’m gonna be on a yoga retreat on the Caribbean Coast of Mexico...sleeping in a thatched roof cabana on the beach, most likely barefoot all week...gettin’ very very mellow...in the very place where this blog was kinda conceived...though I didn’t realize it’d been conceived for some time after that...then, isn’t that how it usually goes with conception?...hmmm...seem to be getting into that weird birth imagery again...then, a couple of certifiable women left comments to the effect that it was okay the last time....less acceptable, perhaps, is the fact that the yoga retreat is my latest excuse for not living in the here and now but instead grumpily counting down the days until I’m gone...not as bad as killing for peace, but in the same rhetorical neighborhood...

...for the trip last year, got this cheesy cheap little travel alarm clock that, as it turned out, made considerably less noise than the waves and birds...so, having arrived late the night before, I wake up to see that I’ve already missed the first half of the morning meditation thing...and, having promptly thrown shorts and a t-shirt on and run over, I see that everybody else is there...lookin’ like totally serious yogis....the yoga retreat’s barely started, and I’m already blowing it...yeah, it took me a little while to get into that yoga retreat state of mind...

...at the end of the retreat, having hugged everybody and gotten all touchy-feely for the last time, I headed for the airport, where I was promptly asked if I’d give up my seat, enjoy a free night at the Cancun Hyatt, and fly out the next day....as it turned out, I didn’t think going back to Philly that day was the best idea, anyway...

...some time later, having downed a number of rather large margaritas, I found myself in a hot-tub behind a gigantic hotel...listening to Peter Tosh on my ipod and trying to explain the concept of a yoga retreat to these two dudes from LA with pot leaf necklaces and somewhat incongruous Mardi Gras beads...we gotta find ourselves some sluts, they said, throwing into stark relief just how far I’d come in a few short hours...later, back in Philly, my friend Kara said I bet right then, in another hot tub at another hotel in Cancun, there were two women saying 'we gotta find ourselves some assholes!’...and she could be right...

14 comments:

svasti said...

Of course, I'm jealous and wish I was going, too. Mmmm, yoga, Mexico, Mexican food, beaches, cabanas (and perhaps cabana boys??), meditation... all sounds very wonderful. Not to mention lovely warm weather!

And the whole conception theme is quite okay. I mean, men have to do their part in the process, so why not?

Aggie said...

Wow. That looks a lovely spot to unwind and go retreating to. I hope you have a great time doing whatever yoga-ites do on a retreat getting all touchy-feely with one another.

Strabo said...

The retreat sounds like its going to be a great time for you, make sure to blog about it and take lots of pictures!

You're friend Kara made me lol!

Christine Vyrnon said...

um, yep... generally speaking that's what goes through my head while in hotel hot-tubs... always on the look-out for another asshole.

Like how you describe the unwind from unwinding.

Seeing Eye Chick said...

You know with the Current Drug Cartel Wars, traveling to Mexico isnt advised.
Make sure you arent walking into more than a Yoga Retreat.
:)

Juliet said...

I hope you have a blast! Vacation sounds absolutely marvelous after the cold weather we've been having...

melissa said...

Your posts always leave me with a contemplative half smile on my face. Love that.

Have a safe and peaceful trip.

Kim said...

Mexico sounds so nice right now.

I'm sure every woman has met those assholes with the pot leaf necklaces in their lifetimes. Maybe even in Cancun.

Who am I kidding...anyone who has been to Cancun has probably met those guys.

DaisyDeadhead said...

Have a great time, it sounds fabulous.

knittnkitten said...

Enjoy!

Erik Donald France said...

Fun fun, Next cycle is Cuba, yeah man. Peter Tosh all the way ;->

RB said...

I love how yoga retreats always involve drinking. I guess it really is a philosophy for life.

Danielle said...

The word 'retreat' is strange, when used in the context of participating in something that enriches. It implies that at some point one has to 'get back to normal' and tuck away the newfound knowledge...

My semantics mean nothing in the face of a week on the beach.

Vive la retreats!

earthtoholly said...

Hi drjay. I've missed ya! And now you're leaving so I must whine...waaah!

I love your friend's thought...how hilarious! And I share Seeing Eye Chick's sentiment...be careful down there.

Just curious, i.e., nosy. Why are you "...grumpily counting down..."? I know I'd be doin' the same because I dread anything that takes me out of my comfort zone, but that's little 'ole socially inept me.

Still, have a great time down there!