hey tequila!

i'm convinced that the divine does live inside of tequila.  it's true that a buzz from alcohol is poison in the body.  it's true that meditation and yoga and kundalini breathwork do not come with side effects of nausea and headaches the following morning.  but sometimes, you know, a yogini's gotta find her balance.

as i re-settle into san diego, i'm finding balance.  balance among my body - mind - spirit triad.  balance between my g-calendar and my gypsy spirit who only wants to know the fullness of the moon and the setting and rising of the sun to keep time.  

and teaching!  is ecstasy.  i love, i joy in the classroom.  that's right: i joy.  and that's where the tequila and the g-calendar come in.  i mean it'd be great if we had lived in india say when the tantrikas were unveiling their spiritual revolution.  but we don't.  we live in america.  land of freedom, as long as it fits inside of society's box.  

and i feel like i do bring a little tequila buzz into my classroom - yoga is that ecstatic carefree, full-energy buzz, it's footloose and fancy free, like a game of buzzed-on bocce on nantucket!  things don't always have to be so soothing and beautiful and "spiritual" to be uplifting and close to Brahman . . . and oftentimes we have to operate outside of a "box".  we can't lose our center just because we're out of the box.

i'm learning to embrace God wherever he is...he's the lady at trader joe's who reamed me out for accidentally getting in the 12 items or less lane.  he's the yellow lab and black lab who peeked their heads out of a pick up truck for love in north park.  she's you, and she's me.  

heck yeah, when can we asana it up mamacita?