If I should fall from grace with God where no doctor can relieve me,
If I’m buried ‘neath the sod where the angels won’t receive me,
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys,
Let me go down in the mud where the rivers all run dry...
Shane MacGowan
...lemme just come right out and say it: I don’t feel like writing about yoga...not that it’s ever been the sole topic here, anyway...and, yeah, though I keep saying I'm gonna stop, I keep writing comments about it elsewhere...but they’re mostly just arguing against one viewpoint or other...and arguing comes easy...can do it in my sleep...which might explain why I don’t feel particularly rested most mornings...
...which is not to say I’m sick of yoga...it seems, in fact, like the one thing I’m passionate about, lately...when one class ends, can hardly wait ’til the next starts...on average, six days a week....but trying to wrap the mind around yoga, get a grip on all associated ideas, thoughts, theory, philosophy, beliefs, interpretations, traditions and innovations...bleah...
...to sum up: practicing yoga’s no problem...I’m just sick of thinking about it...
...just this past week or so, finally got to where I can hop up to a handstand consistently...though it’s been a long and difficult process...the body gets me there, but the mind panics half way up....so, really, I realize now, the trick isn’t maintaining control and being confident I won’t fall...but letting go the mind’s grip, being open to falling...
If I’m buried ‘neath the sod where the angels won’t receive me,
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys,
Let me go down in the mud where the rivers all run dry...
Shane MacGowan
...lemme just come right out and say it: I don’t feel like writing about yoga...not that it’s ever been the sole topic here, anyway...and, yeah, though I keep saying I'm gonna stop, I keep writing comments about it elsewhere...but they’re mostly just arguing against one viewpoint or other...and arguing comes easy...can do it in my sleep...which might explain why I don’t feel particularly rested most mornings...
...which is not to say I’m sick of yoga...it seems, in fact, like the one thing I’m passionate about, lately...when one class ends, can hardly wait ’til the next starts...on average, six days a week....but trying to wrap the mind around yoga, get a grip on all associated ideas, thoughts, theory, philosophy, beliefs, interpretations, traditions and innovations...bleah...
...to sum up: practicing yoga’s no problem...I’m just sick of thinking about it...
...just this past week or so, finally got to where I can hop up to a handstand consistently...though it’s been a long and difficult process...the body gets me there, but the mind panics half way up....so, really, I realize now, the trick isn’t maintaining control and being confident I won’t fall...but letting go the mind’s grip, being open to falling...
