I’ve got my pleather yoga strap in hand and you better believe I’m going there. While the more apropos term is “BDSM,” I feel like S&M still holds a certain delicious dirtiness. It’s best you agree, considering I’m the one holding the whip. (too much too soon? heh. didn’t think...
There is a growing epidemic, my friends, and my sincerest hope is that you have not been afflicted. This serious dis-ease is called Degenerative Thank You Dementia. The cause? Being ungrateful. Expecting. Feeling entitled. And otherwise being an asshole. You don’t want to be a cack, do you? No. The...
I am not regular. This is not to say I need more fiber in my diet, per se, but more fiber in life. More fluidity. More ease. Less blockage. All flow. Ways We Get Blocked: Chasing, forming, and maintaining relationships which do not feed us. Putting trash into our bodies....
This has shit to do with yoga…in the specific sense. Now, in the grandest scheme of things, well, it makes perfect sense. I choose ringtones like I choose yoga mats, the perfect chunky ring, books, and who to wreak havoc upon for the day. So. Very. Carefully. So you’ll understand...
A colorful tapestry of bodies, art, flavor, and funk… { yarrr! it’s a yogi with pirate socks! } { giving an adjustment. loved her legwarmers + fun pedicure. } { our lady of yoga } { more happy babies, babes, and bebes } We’re all part of the same brilliant...