COURTNEY ROHAN YOGA

My aunt called me to the table The honest truth On the wooden surface The truth of my monkey ass Realizing not what I am worth I did not want to call her tell her What was going on cause I knew I would be picking my heart up From the linoleum The brown and white tile Impression stuck on my arteries But last night I needed someone To call it what it was Stupid for me to believe in things That are not real Lies leading to more lies One monkey vine to the next So I am happy my heart hurts Because of the truth There is nothing like it Nothing better Than knowing who you have become Even when your ass is exposed And the kitchen with my aunt The only place To pick myself up cleaned From the wood and tile truth Of an ugly situation.  picture taken from: chiclittlehouse.blogspot.com 

I've smoked, talked too much about too much, eaten too much of the wrong foods and drank way more than one night should have allowed me. I believe it is time to stop looking for the fix that feels easy and create a list of fixes that work for us, not against us. Here is the list I pull out when I am stuck, when the day is not bright, when I feel heavy, and the people around me feel even heavier. Use mine or create your own. 1. Pray: Do more here than just utter a prayer.Pray about all that troubles you and all that you are grateful for as well. Be real with the creator and allow Him to be real in return. Say something new and He will do something new in return. 2. Work out: I have recently discovered the treadmill. I want to push myself harder each time, beat my last record, or go a little further. When I am done, I feel good about myself. I have drained myself of excess emotion and thought. 3. Yoga: I have to be careful here. Sometimes, with skirt or dress on, I just drop

taken from farfromperfectrobbin.blogspot.com Sometimes to remember is the best course of action and yet somehow, remembering is a skill so hard to access that we are left only to forget. What we remember is key. What we forget, even more a key. Why have we chosen to forget that date or that time? Why was the message lost after it left that loved one’s mouth or that stranger’s conversation, glanced in passing, dialogue about the flowers in the garden and his laying deeply in their bed, remembered? Are we choosing to stand in the world forgetting the things that make us great or give us joy? Is it a choice to forget, like it is a choice to remember? That is, some things at certain times remembered. September 11th came and went so fast this year. I did not remember anything of it except, I turned on the TV and the Today Show mentioned shortly that one teacher in a small school in somewhere unfamiliar is following the curriculum guide for a study of the memorial. I looked at the d

Romans 9:1, in the Bible, is the beginning of Paul’s truthful confession to fight others’ battles, if he could. It is true, he shares, I would disconnect from Christ for you. In the Bavagavad Gita, a classic Indian text, Arjuna speaks to Krishna about the fight in which he must participate in against his people. It is a fight for a greater cause. Arjuna pleads with Lord Krishna, hopeful that just maybe there is a way out of this torrent. There is not. There is in neither culture, or time a choice now, we must fight the battle to contribute to the greater cause. A cause and glorious and victorious battle, we do not fully know the intricacies, of awaits each day. What a sweet deal we have. When I wake in the morning, I say a quick prayer. I take a moment to feel what my rest has left behind. I feel the energy in and around me and breathe into spots that are out of spiritual alignment. This feels like my life. Everything I do and say, I feel it my choice. If I neglect to consider the w

I have been contemplating lately what is the kindest way to deal with old journals. I have a stack of them littering my closet. To call them litter, I have to consider what they mean to me. After years of negative self talk and negative interpretations of my experiences, I now feel the need to burn them. Do I burn the aspects of myself they appear to be holding me back from? Is it even viable that keeping them is keeping me heavy and the growth I readily look for light, above my head and out of reach? If that is the case, I want to torch them tonight!! But how do I know for sure? Lyrics and scripture come to my head, ”Bag Lady” or “Let it Go”, “…Building up treasure that rusts and a thief can steal…. ” When I cut my locks I had the same attachment anxiety. It took a hurtful experience for me to see that I emotionally needed them, along with the memories they held, gone. However gone they are from my head, I’ve held on to them for creative inspiration, making a sort-of sun out of the

Folly Beach I am continuously learning more about myself through the ebb and flow of my practice. I learn about the physical aspects of myself. My psoas and hip flexors are tight. My hamstrings continue to lengthen every practice and my core gets stronger. I learn about my aptitude to quit when I get challenged. The standing poses always give me a run for my money and I have to decide to keep going, every time. I learn about my emotion and when the stretches have built up in just the right way, I learn how to relax and release. I learn that letting go is a series of steps, not one thought and pouf; rather, many thoughts about where I am and where I am headed and how I will get there. Whether I know it or not, every yoga class I give and even get, has a focus. When I think up the class myself, I concentrate harder on the goals that will render the focus reachable. However, when I am receiving a class, the process is akin to going on retreat or to church and not really knowing how th