The ones that you don't like that are of the same sex? Your shadow. Opposite sex, whether you like or dislike? Your anima or animus -- inner feminine or masculine. Dream work is about making the unconscious conscious. So is Yoga, meditation, writing practice, inquiry, and lots of other stuff. ...
This morning I told Jasmijn that if I could trade places with any other animal, I’d be a sparrow. They fly up high and around our home night and day in long diving circles, shouting at each other. How unbound and wild and full of fun I imagine them to be.
Did I ever tell you I hate Anjaneyasana? I used to actually make an audible sigh whenever it was called out in class, but now I’ve learned to accept that it’s part of the practice, therefore it’s a part of my life. I can suffer or I can surrender.
I used to have a fantasy that aging stopped at the age you started practicing asana. I think this idea came from looking at Shiva Rea and Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa; both of them are radiant, and really, when you look at them they’re kind of ageless, aren’t they? I could never really figure out just ...
Savasana is where appropriate reasons to be on the floor meet the gut-wrenching ones. It’s such a skillful, shocking, relevant, underestimated Yoga pose, don’t you think? The most regulated way of being a body on a floor flirting with death.
To be honest, my friend, I’ve been starting to feel a little lonely in Yoga. Everyone’s on their mat, pretending not to see each other. Fidgeting with their Manduka mat. Confined like yogis sitting on their mat-islands. Lonely but safe. Safe but lonely.