another thing  that makes this blog maybe unlikable…i don’t have it in me to really tell this story, personal mine, to you. my raging introvert and all. funny. when i’m drunk, i show a few more of my opinions, usually laughing at myself at the same time.

maybe i need to blog drunk.   kidding.

i figured out tonight…that i need to breathe deeply in front of a mirror every day. like physically immobilize for a minute and breathe dance. i guess this is my revolutionary yoga.

it really is true, about the people in california. because they spend so much time half dressed, they are in better shape. for better or worse, they have a stronger physical esteem, and it shows.

there’s nothing wrong with physical esteem, but you have it go about it the goddess way. otherwise it tricks you into plastic and amphetamines. you know what i’m talking about.

so the goddess way, i’ve decided, is yoga in the mirror.

i asked my husband tonight if he thought my body had changed since noa. he calmly said yes, (and i know this, i know it’s yes). then said, you are a mother, now, for the rest of your life. you have become a slave to noa.

this sounds bad in english of course. english slave is an ugly word, but in mexico it has a slightly different connotation. more like someone who you can accept lots of care from, and then the slave gets a benefit, somehow, like protection. it happens a lot between older and younger boys. like an apprenticeship to manhood. someone to run and get the beer.

so, the point….is that..his answer was wise. because it made me think so much about how i am limited, but for the best cause, and i might be lacking in self care a bit, due to this situaton.  and then this revelation about yoga in the mirror.

no excuse, no excuse.

 

 

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