I don’t judge anyone who drinks, but I am realizing there is judgment against those who choose not to drink. We’re seen as rigid, unfriendly and unsocial. I’ve seen it in the looks of my friends’ faces when I made the same pronouncement and I know it first-hand to be true because I too once judged those who didn’t drink.
Anyone’s presence, even that of a lover, can become overwhelming and nagging with too much intensity of togetherness.
I have a theory that all the good-looking English were sent to live in Australia.
My philosophy has always been to spend like you could die tomorrow.
No amount of time in an ashram or getting stoned with a sadhu will automatically impart spiritual awareness.
When I look at a baby I never think, “Oh how adorable,” more like, “Please don’t be seated anywhere near me on the plane.”
To other basics, he would have appeared attractive. As a personal trainer, his body was his stock and trade. He had shoulders the span of a small couch and pecs that would have required the support of a bra were they not already as hard as cinderblocks. He had a handsome face with the benefit of youth, unlined and attractive in a Hollister store model way.
My yoga has become part of my identity. I take my practice with my everywhere and the lessons it’s taught me have reshaped my life perspective. It has given me a sense of peace and calm, a feeling that I myself am sufficient.
You don’t go to India looking for spirituality, you go to India because you are already spiritual.
It’s a testing ground to prove yourself and your strength. The pains are plentiful, but the payoffs are equally many.