Blog blog blog. I have so many deep penetrating thoughts about myself and where I am in life and why I'm doing what I'm doing and yet I can't blog them. They are so deeply personal. I am finding this wierd path. It's not worn or clear... sometimes the trail seems to dissipate and then come back together later. Sometimes I think I've lost my way and sometimes the direction of light is clear as day. A good God day. A day filled with the spirit.

Yoga always gave me that day. Deeply grounding and richly rewarding. I've taken advantage of the true ease of flexibility and have completely forgotten stira.

The whole mental monkey thing..that just goes on and on.

I was debating doing an evening practice tonight. My teacher is out of town so I looked at all the various yoga places that had ashtanga.. but I didn't recognize a single name on the list of teachers at like 3 clubs. Literally.