...I'm as much a chemical hybrid as any GMO...hate to see my weight on the doctor's scale, and wouldn't want it anywhere near scales of justice...any tribe I'd be a member of is quite certainly lost, and yet my neuroses have their own zip codes and Wikipedia entries...so much water, but no place to piss...
...had a dream I was back in high school, and also back to teaching college...but refusing to leave the breakfast table, seeing no point in trying to learn or teach anything....even more miserable upon actually waking....by early afternoon decided to blow off both yoga class and the meditation sangha, do anything that absolutely had to be done, then get in the car, drive across the Walt Whitman Bridge...Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road...to the Jersey side, not stopping 'til the ocean...Surf City...[cue Beach Boys, Springsteen, Miley Cyrus, whatever the hell you like...]...just to get some sand between the toes...
...there's a lot to be said for some sand between the toes...
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Hi, Jay. Sorry to hear you're so down. But it sure does produce some good writing. (Probably not what you wanted to hear.)
Would you like a project? I'm looking for the best classic Yoga Philosophy articles from the past to populate that section of my new "Best of Yoga Philosophy" site.
I'll be going through all your articles selecting my favorites, but I would love to know the ones you've written that are your favorites, if you're willing.
Thanks,
Bob W. Editor
Best of Yoga Philosophy
Have not written in a while...not for lack of interest but rather motivation. Your 'sand between the toes' caught my attention. We do seem to have an endless supply of sand out here in the high desert. But it is not soothing in the way of the Jersey shore sand. The endless sun for 4:30 am to 9pm turn the sand into a listering element rather than soothing relaxation. Perhaps we should start some sort of western version of meditative fire walk ~ only on the sand?
May you soon find the peace to be cautiously optimistic.
You could come down here and help me and Lucy mend fences, but if you were to pass up sandy toes for that, we'd really worry.
Enjoy your time at the ocean, drjay.
p.s. free Slurpees today...find yourself a 7 Eleven.
Love to hear your words in front of my eyes...the same that I have felt in years past. Always pondering...
I agree with Bob in the first comment, Dr. Jay. Not good to see a fellow man down but it's making for some good writing. I am not an expert of anything, but it seems like you're searching. I hope you find more sand in your toes.
Sand rocks. Just found you today...but surely we've met...
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