I am a wild woman.
My curly messy hair shoots out of my head like Medusa’s snakes. There is a fire in my belly and a rapture in my heart. I have strong shoulders to support your truth and big breasts for you to lay your head.
Today, a tall beautiful curly-haired goddess approached me after yoga class and told me that she read my blog. And has been reading for awhile. I can't even begin to tell you the thrill I felt, knowing that she read my words. Even though I know several of you are out there, I still feel shocked when people come up to me and tell me they've read my articles. It will never get old.
Yesterday, I taught a yoga class at noon. The room was warm, mats were laid out in a random pattern on the floor, people started to settle in. I had burned some palo santo, so there was a woody, somewhat sensual smell that wafted through the room. I was creating a sacred space for these yogis to breathe, pray, lay it all down. As I watched them settling down on their mats, I was filled with a deep feeling of respect for their presence in that room.