One Hundred and Eight...

This is the hundred and eighth Yoga for Cynics post...108 is an important number in the Yogasphere...for some reason...I could google it, yes, but wouldn’t that just take the fun out of everything?...I mean, what if I googled “meaning of life” and then, scrolling beneath the IMDB, Wikipedia, and Amazon entries for the Monty Python movie of that name, found out exactly what it is? Wouldn’t that just ruin the whole “quest for truth” concept—particularly the part about the journey being more important than the destination? But I digress...

Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.
Monty Python, The Meaning of Life

...as previously mentioned, the inspiration for this blog came from a yoga and writing retreat I attended in Mexico...where I’ll be again in less than a month...woo-hoo!...and where we did approximately 108 sun salutations on the last day...and I consider writing this blog to be part of my yoga practice...regardless of whether that makes sense to anybody else...so, in that sense, this right here is Yoga for Cynics’ 108th sun salutation...the conclusion of the first big cycle...woo-hoo!

Look around again

It's the same old story

You see, it's got to be

It says right here on page 43...
David Crosby

...today’s also my forty-third birthday...to get really whiftily metaphorical about it, the turning of the 43rd page in my life...god...I promise never to get so whiftily metaphorical again....I don’t understand what that David Crosby song’s about, anyway...but, that’s probably fitting...every year is another big step into the unknown...and that’s probably a good thing...one thing I’m sure of: we’re not here to be bored...