Yogis = Happy always? Naaa.
Last week, I wrote to you from a turned on, life lovin’ place. (I invite you to see The Sex of Yoga and Joy of Everyday Life, if that sort of message would better suit you, today.) Today I write to you from a necrophilic, death magnetizin’ place. Because, after all, the winds of excitement and bliss blow, then the winds change. My state of mind isn’t a static situation. I get happy and sad (Waylon Lewis gets sad, too.). Real sad.
But wait, I’m a yogi. Aren’t I supposed to be happy all of the time? Am I supposed to lie?
Guess what? I’m a human. …not trying to be a god-person. Who are they, anyway? Sometimes people who present themselves as a step up from human are either dreamin’ in themselves or messin’ with you.
Right here in my unsavory emotional brew. Mmmm. I’m takin’ a sniff. Yeah. And a taste. Hmmm.
Well, it’s not exactly how I thought it would be, but it’s good in a “right” kind of way.
hot on elephant
The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. A Letter to my Children: You do not come from a Broken Home. These People are Rare Gems—Keep Them, Fight for Them, don’t Give Up on Them. Mom, can I Call her Mom, Too? Jon Stewart makes first appearance since retiring—”it’s not your country.” Waylon shares 10 transformingly beautiful Quotes about Love. My Marriage had to End—for my Life to Begin. Why your Yoga Goals are (Probably) Irrelevant, if not Downright Dangerous. The Day I Stopped Running. Dear Woman in the White Car at Margaritas Mexican Grill in West Memphis, Arkansas on July 15th, 2012.