Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
I have never been one to need a deep, scientific, explanation of how things in this universe work. In fact, if you know me, you are aware that I prefer the opposite of that. Take science out, tell me how it feels, no textbook bullshit.
So it goes with breath. We do it, most often subconsciously, for the pure sake of survival. Right?
I do not need the science definition of breath. Let's keep it simple to start. Because once we get going, things get beautiful and complex.
Breath (n): the air that you take into your lungs and send out from your lungs when you breathe.
Inhale (v): to breathe in
Exhale (v): to breathe out, to give forth
Why do I prefer science to remain out? Because I want real life to be in (self-diagnosed experiential learner).
Real life lesson in breath: Monday at 12PM. My last class at the hotbox before I start my Sabbatical. You guys, you think 12PM on a Monday is ordinary, think again.
The breath that filled the studio was beyond words. It blew all the Bon Iver, Asgeir & Antony on my playlist out of the water. There came a point where I stopped, stood in the back of the room, and for the first time EVER (I am the girl in yoga class basically not breathing, and the girl in the pool gasping for air every fourth stroke) understood the concept of breathing.
The air that is being taken into our lungs is filled with energy.
The air that is being sent out from our lungs is filled with energy.
That energy is neither good nor bad, neither rich nor depleted, neither strong nor weak.
With your inhales you choose to breathe in, to open your lungs, to take in whatever the hell you want.
With your exhales you choose to breathe out (to give forth? WHATT?!?! Merriam-Webster, AMAZING!)whatever the hell you want.
Think about it. Get into it. Or don't.
Guess what? Those breaths? They get us through to the other side.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
So, what's next? How do we deal?
Don't overthink it.
1. Play Mini Golf in the thick, summer heat (and win)
2. Escape the city, and drive North.
3. Never stop being a kid. Play, play and then play some more.
4. Fall in love with local flowers.
5. Go on and get your best friend hitched and send her off to California.
6. Picnic, as often as possible.
7. Stay dirty, stay wild, stay barefoot.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
// public pool, don't mind if i do
// en route to the coast
// gypsy reunion
// sun me, beer me, ocean me
// old chester coast to coast
// san jacinto mountains
// two bunch palms= not real life
// hammock heaven
// karma made me do it
// that lululemon is everywhere, #paintthetowninluon
Saturday, February 22, 2014
In my family, the cousin army rules. And, the cousin army is fierce and full of cousin mind meld (and a lot of love). It's not just that they get you (but, we definitely have that on lock down), it's that part where they push you and tell you what you don't-want-to-hear-but-kind-of-want-to-hear-but-it's-a-total-pain-in-the-ass-gut-check.
Today, the gut check came by way of a phone call that ends all phone calls from one of the masters. MALLEABLE. Buzzword? Word of the day? Random topic of conversation? #noneoftheabove
An adjective used to describe me. Well, shit. It stung. And, therefore stuck and lingered for a few hours. Like, whaaaaat do I do with that? So- i'm malleable. Ok.
"It's not the lack of a good, it's the presence of bad...." - KH
Which way are you going to go with it, ay? Malleability doesn't have to suck, but how are you choosing to let that be part of you. I got called out on all accounts of Malleable, option A.
I over-trust, i over-involve, i buy into all the surface-y karma talk, i think we are all one and we are all connected, i let what I do define me, I give tank-tops to random strangers at the studio who forgot clothes for class, I meet people and instantly latch, I live in grocery stores and could talk to anyone about what is in their basket.... #malleablecity
"It's not the lack of a good, it's the presence of bad...."- KH
But, the cousin army is telling me I don't have to stick in the A.
So, what is it? A?
Having the capacity to let your environment, your situation influence you? Letting your injury define you?
To have great capacity, to let change happen, to let (the fuck) go of your old life and start living with your next breath.