Self-love is never unrequited. Let that roll around in your mind for a bit. It’s a neverending amour fest…like you’ve got a kick-ass hearty pink sparkly pinball machine inside you going pling-ding-kajing-aling with lurve. Yeeeeah. Now you’re on board. I want you to do something for me today, seeing as...
I resolve to not f*cking bore you with my resolutions. Shit I won’t do. Plehs I don’t intend to follow through with. Crap which simply sounds good. Flowery, fluffy, fanciful f*ckwittitudes formulated to feasibly fail. So as a spirited knave, I say, “Fie on’t!” I have made concrete PLANS instead....
On the 31st day of December, yoga gave to me twelve teas for tasting… { eleven sanskrit sayings } { ten tunes for tapas } { nine merry mantras } { eight gifts for giving } { seven chakras shocking } { six sirsas bobbing } { five moody mudras } { four heavy breathers } { three third eyes } { two turtle yogis } { and a yogini in...
On the 30th day of December, yoga gave to me eleven sanskrit sayings… { ten tunes for tapas } { nine merry mantras } { eight gifts for giving } { seven chakras shocking } { six sirsas bobbing } { five moody mudras } { four heavy breathers } { three third eyes } { two turtle yogis } { and a yogini in the pose tree. }...
On the 29th day of December, yoga gave to me ten tunes for tapas… { nine merry mantras } { eight gifts for giving } { seven chakras shocking } { six sirsas bobbing } { five moody mudras } { four heavy breathers } { three third eyes } { two turtle yogis } { and a yogini in the pose tree. } Mr. Truffle Snowman...