I just set the timer for 15 minutes. It’s a writing exercise
where you just start writing whatever comes out, no editing, no going back and
reading what you wrote. I’m doing this because I have not been blogging, hell I
haven’t even been writing and I used to LOVE to write. I used to love seeing
the world and making my observations and keeping journals full of thought meanderings
and doodles and lyrics and all kinds of stuff. Writing is a practice just like
yoga. And when you fall off the wagon, when you get out of your routine it’s
hard to get back on. Sometimes, if it’s a minor blip, I can just chill out and
rest and wait for the inspiration to come back, but not this time. I’ve been
waiting, and waiting, and waiting….oh yeah and napping. But nothing’s coming
back. I sit and stare at the little blinking cursor, I even have ideas about
what I want to write about but nothing, just blinking pixels mocking my existence,
my (what I once thought of as) talent. I used to think I was a good writer,
sure my spelling and grammer are atrocious but I have spell just for that and
grammar well I can write that off as my southern charm right? But lately it’s
just a wash of………nothing. So I’m trying this little writing experience to see
if I can get my juices flowing. I’m starting here with one public stream of conscious
rant for all the cyber world to enjoy or not. And then I’ll take a little more
disciplined path of writing. I’ll work at it. I’ll actually view this blog as
an occupation, sort of occupation, no, not occupation. Practice. Like I said
earlier, a practice. I will just sit and write of 15minutes a day about
whatever comes into my little yoga brain. And I will reset my neuropathways, I will
be a writer.
But why, why does this blog seem important to me? I don’t
expect to get well known, I’ll never be a David Sedaris or….well insert the
name of a blogger turned author here. But it does feel important to me. Maybe it’s
because I’ve never found a blog about yoga that I like, because maybe I feel like
yoga is just taken to damn seriously way too often. Sure it’s serious but it
doesn’t have to read like a technical manual or a new age book promising the
ultimate embrace by the Lord or Goddess or Universe or whatever! Sometimes yoga
is just there, it’s just a part of us. Like the two by fours holding up our
houses, it’s just the frame from which I choose to se my word. “Pause, build
the foundation of your asana” I say that a lot. I guess I mean it. I guess I don’t
think I need to be hit over the head with my yoga, or even told that my yoga
has lofty potential. No. I just want to be reminded that yoga is there, always,
every breath I take, every decision I make, ever stupid joke or pun I say and
all the sacred giggles or eye rolls that follow.
Yeah, I guess I blog because I need it. I need to remind
myself about how I see yoga and I choose to make it public because that’s how I
am. I share everything with my Community and even the tiny things I share sometimes
find the right ears. It’s not why I blog but its part of it. Just me meandering
around my brain and sharing it with a broader Community.
Ok 15 minutes up. Time to spell check!
