Something colourful

I found this little colourful image I had made with Paint aeons ago, it just made me smile and think of how yoga touches every little part of your life, the very least of it is what you experience on your mat in practice. How does yoga touch your life?

Review’s up tomorrow!

more anon

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So…

yay…something VERY cool, you can now SCAN this blog’s very own nifty-handy-dandy BARCODE into your Crack…er, BLACKBERRY phone and visit me all the time….

Wonderful!!!…

But then that means I have to write things that would attract you, right? Pen arguments that grab your attention, yes? Ok, I promise, I know I’ve been shaky over the past weeks, but I’m here for you now, it’s the very least I can do.

As I said at the beginning of this blog, one of the main reasons for its existence is to document how people go about creating sustainable life in Jamaica, everything from entrepreneurship to waste treatment…yup, the WHOLE gamut. So…

So…I’m getting right to it, beginning with a review of products and services offered here in Jamaica to support our local industries…no, there’s not really wrong with importing, but when it vastly outstrips what sweet, sweet Jamaica can produce for local and international consumption, then “Kingston…we have a problem”

So look out for it, as we swing into the merry season, I may even come up with sustainable and affordable Christmas gift ideas…cool, no?

ok, much love, I’m off to the land of Nod

SWWW

you are forgiven

let the past go now..

open heart and eyes, begin

to breathe, stretch and feel

when your own sweat isn't enough

Inertia

I need to write. I need to say something. Anything…

I cannot remember the last time I did my full practice. I miss it and need it and yet I struggle to get out of bed most mornings. is this depression, or inertia?

 

I’m not living the life I want. I want to travel, and write, and cook, and sail and practise and teach yoga and talk about sustainable life in all its forms, yet I feel stuck, like I’m doing what I’m supposed to do for my gender and age and to fit in among my contemporaries…is this cowardice or inertia?

 

I have a hard time feeling like i belong. I love my country, but feel i stand on the outside of my people, I’m different and I don’t mind being so, but I mind this isolated feeling…tell me this will pass soon

 

I thirst for a partner, a companion, a man who will stand WITH me, honour me and love all OF me…do my dreams stand too tall?

 

I search for an expression of my spirituality. Converted Catholic. loves her rosary. sees Christ’s love in ALL things. struggles with the Catholic church. Straight ally. Buddhist tendencies. Yoga devotee. knows that interfaith understanding is the only way…say that we can create this reality

 

My hip is tight, my knee injured and my ankle is sore…I long for the days of lotus without pain and standing up from a backbend through the fear – but I have to get back on the mat, don’t I? what am i afraid of – is it success or failure?

 

I believe in awareness and activism and the ideas swirl in my head. Sustainable approaches to health, agriculture and entrepreneurship. Community. Environment. Social Policy. National and regional unity and integration….how do I deliver on my dreams?

 

This is an open letter. I am private, but I need help, this Libran swings too wildly on her scales, I need balance

 

I want to let go of fearing loss, so that I do NOT lose

 

 

help, please

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