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December 08, 2011
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I love yoga, I do. yoga is a core fibre in the fabric of my innermost collective. yoga has carried me, sobbing and writhing, through dark alleys and windowless prisons of my own making. it answers the questions that left me breathless and alone at the end of a long run, down a long boardwalk, straight to the water’s edge, at 6am, or 10:00 at night, or sometimes more than once a day. and in marrow of my bones I believe in it’s transformative power, in the people ive met through it who have become my family, closer than blood, and that I am and want to be a generous, kind and giving human being. blessed, blessed and thankful and ashamed of myself when I forget that.

but sometimes yoga does not help.

nights come where I do not want to calm my mind or evenly slow my breath. i want to be reminded of something dirtier and rougher than Shanti and Surya, i want to be reminded of the darker part of me that fucks and dreams and wants and is combative and beautifully ruthless and beautifully merciful and sometimes I need to be reminded that I am a fearless shit-stomping fucking animal. I want to bite, and I want to dance until my legs stop fighting gravity and just give. there is nothing that rolling my body in the dark can’t fix. and that feral-dog fight, that black-eyed, boot-wearing passion and drive and smoky laughter, that pulse pounding bass that brings me down to the floor, that’s just as much a part of me. maybe more.

Tags: unyogic. you have to sweat

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March 05, 2011
so i think i like to do things all at once. big (sometimes traumatic) changes, if i can, i leave my job and break up with my boyfriend and get food poisoning all in the same week. or at least thats become some kind of a pattern in the past 4 years. you know, if at all possible just get it done in one fell swoop than i will. reborn. or, what i’m trying to say here is there’s this sandstorm, or maybe its an onion metaphor, or a carbon-to-diamond metaphor, you pick which one resonates with you. actually, i honestly don’t know what i’m trying to say here, i’m just laughing at everything, at how life is just dancing in the dark by herself to its her own jukebox and you won’t have any clue what the fuck is going on, but she’s breathtakingly beautiful and she takes you home and you strip it all off and then there’s this.

so i think i like to do things all at once. big (sometimes traumatic) changes, if i can, i leave my job and break up with my boyfriend and get food poisoning all in the same week. or at least thats become some kind of a pattern in the past 4 years. you know, if at all possible just get it done in one fell swoop than i will.

reborn. or, what i’m trying to say here is there’s this sandstorm, or maybe its an onion metaphor, or a carbon-to-diamond metaphor, you pick which one resonates with you. actually, i honestly don’t know what i’m trying to say here, i’m just laughing at everything, at how life is just dancing in the dark by herself to its her own jukebox and you won’t have any clue what the fuck is going on, but she’s breathtakingly beautiful and she takes you home and you strip it all off and then there’s this.

Tags: you have to sweat mom's gonna love it.

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May 29, 2010
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"To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death."

— Jean Anouilh

Tags: you have to sweat nothing worth dreaming is easy i'm up to my elbows.

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