Hello? I forgot my mantra...L.A. party guest on the phone with his guru, Annie Hall
One thing I think I’ve said here before...though I have no problem with being redundant...or with being redundant...is that there’s nothing like not doing yoga for a little while to make you realize how badly you need to do yoga...like jeezus, did I really used to feel this crappy all the time?
...with my Illness That Probably Wasn’t Swine Flu But Sure As Hell Lasted Forfuckingever finally, apparently past, I went to a yoga class and every movement was like whoah...kind of a shock...a bit of pain...causing a tiny but quickly dissipating twinge of fear...followed by a strange pleasurable sensation that might be considered a bodily corollary to gee, it’s sure nice to be home again...
...of course I’ve also barely been blogging...but Mandy at Yoga Addiction was filled with enough of that ineffably yogic loving kindness to nonetheless give me one lovely blog award...I think it was actually called that....yeah, I’m ignoring the rules again...just like Woody Allen playing his weekly Dixieland gig instead of showing up to accept his best picture Oscar for Annie Hall...okay, maybe not quite that...but, still, Yoga for Cynics can aspire to be the Annie Hall of blogs...neurotic, insecure, often incoherent, but, in the end, beautiful and kind....sure, Diane Keaton showed up for her Oscar, but Annie herself probably would’ve smoked too much pot and ended up missing it for an emergency session with her therapist...
...meanwhile, Svasti, in her latest post, said she got 6,000 hits for using the words big boobs...I resisted the impulse to make that the title of this one, but that’s as far as my self control’s gonna go...
