Tonight I ventured over to Moksha Yoga, for the first time in 2008, for an appointment with a career I've been eying from afar for quite a few years. There was a spot reserved for me, a bolster and a blanket and a bottle of Liquid Om water, with a name tag resting on this nice little pile of props that had my name scrawled across it in green marker. I found myself sitting in a circle of beautiful people, dancers and teachers and artists and healers, a few dozen souls on parallel journeys that had all led us to this strange surreal moment in the middle of a warm March night in Chicago, seeking something profound and personal in the shared path we hope to walk. The circle was presided over by Daren Friesen, the owner and founder of Moksha, and the master teacher who I've apparently surrendered my life over to for the next nine months... After years of cultivating a personal yoga practice, and taking baby steps towards a deeper understanding of the principles and theoretical underpinnings of the yogic worldview, I finally took the plunge and signed up for my first yoga teacher training program....and I'm scared shitless...
Turning 30 in 5 months
three decades of intellectual rubble & psychedelic stunts
surrounded by a journeyman's community of bohemians & healers
guided by a musician's antennae & a marketing man's feelers
who have i become? what kind of life am i living?
what have i done with the gifts I've been given?
i've collected tattered body maps & a pile of spiritual methodologies
while a recurring motif of poor follow-through continues to follow me
half-assed & head strong I stumble into a circle of seekers
trying to wean myself off a lifestyle centered around bleeding speakers
meek & malleable trying to remake myself anew
shapeshifting through poses passed down from guru to guru
i believe i can do this because i'm long overdue
& this is a destined journey with a righteous crew...
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