I never had to fight
And I’ve never thrown a punch
But if I make it through his gates
Start a fist fight in heaven
I just realized my first experience with yoga was when i was 14 and a freshman in high school. Drama class consisted of performing short monologues, breaking apart scenes and blocking them and all that good stuff. I mean, this was an outlet for me that is very similar to what yoga is for me now. But at the end of every class, the teacher would turn off the lights and have us lie on our backs in a circle and close our eyes. It would be dead silent for 5 minutes and we were instructed to try and relax every muscle in our body and only consciously think about our breathing.
Most of the time the same girl fell asleep and softly snored and we would all end up giggling…but other times I found that stillness and calm within me. (I had no idea what to do with it because I didn’t have any troubles that needed remedying).
At the end of the 5 minutes, our teacher would read a quote from a famous method actor. These were the parting words we were given to help guide us through the rest of our day.
I mean shit, that was savasana with our own passages, but they had the same affect and I could never have predicted when I was 14 that those sort of moments would be what I needed daily at 21.
life is ironic. werd.
Goi Nasu (via pyur)
Robert H. Schuller (via dylinquent)
my little cubby
put my arms on one plane
my feet on another
i am in a cube of existence
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
the sun is cooking my organs
fixed up my bonita
took her for a spin
shredded my shins