the blog about the blog
Let me introduce myself... The blog. Not me. You already know me... So I've been blogging in my mind for a reeeeaaalllyyy long time. In fact, I'm pretty sure that all of my thoughts are in the form of unwritten blogs... Post its and journals that litter my mind. And for whatever reason, I felt like I had to write this before I could write those, so here I am. There's just not enough time in a yoga class, and I'm way too lazy to write a book... well today, anyway... And this makes me look so busy and important. So here.
It's a blog. On a yoga studio website. In case you're not familiar... I am this yoga studio. A one woman show/circus. Yep. The whole thing. It lives in my belly and is a full on expression of my scared, sweaty heart. So the blog is one more responsibility that I have not been allowed to omit. Put off, well of course... But there is no escaping work. Ever. And there's never anyone else to do it. So pardon my delay... I was busy opening the doors, learning the lessons, and convincing y'all to stay... It'll have very little to do with yoga. I mean it will. But if you're expecting a breakdown on crow pose or think that yoga belongs in the same sentence as pilates, you'll be very confused here. I mean, it's all yoga. But this is basically me rambling. Spitting complaints and screaming invitations and birthing the memories and LESSONS that have burnt out the hallway from my heart to my throat...
It might seem like it's about you. Hell. It might be. I mean, in some way it's inspired by the people who criss cross in and out, and usually back in, my life. I have to meet the same people in different forms over and over to receive these gifts. It's you. It's me. It may be the old you. Or the new me. It may burn. It might light you up!! It may feel like you wrote it yourself. It's universal. Size human. Either way, it's FOR you. For all you LOVERS and haters. Stalkers. Seekers. Finders. Students. Teachers. The LOST. The broken. Truth slingers. Soul soldiers. Ill. Injured. The temporarily out of order. The overachievers. The slackers. Those that see light every fucking where they look, and those that can't seem to find their way outta the dark. For anyone who has held me up or dragged me down. I thank you and forgive you whether you receive it or not. It's for you mothers and sisters and the sons and fathers who may need to heal here, too. It's for my far away friends and confused lovers with the best of intentions, and those close enough to me that are too caught up to hear. It's for you THOUSANDS of people who made it HERE, like INTO the studio for a moment in real life but you had to go... All of you who come back time and time again. Anyone who has found an ounce of truth or peace on these bamboo floors... Oh my God I love you all. It's for anyone who is afraid of anything. Or everything. It's for anyone who needs help understanding. It's for the addicts and the champions. We are still ONE.
What to expect... Cussing. Trails of thoughts. Exclamatory statements of LOVE!!! Duality. Confusion. JOY. Disappointment. Resources. Love letters. The occasional studio info. Alliteration. Why's. Why NOTs. Telling you repeatedly to go to yoga. Blurbs. Lists. Unfinished items. Explanations. Continuations. Verses. Wishes. Prayers. Reminders. Yoga. Work. Some stories I probably shouldn't tell. Some I should have told a long time ago. Some I will never tell again... It'll all be unedited. I mean, who the hell is gonna edit my stuff? And like I would listen...
LOVE!!
