For y’all out there that might be getting the idea that I sit on a lotus in the country with both legs wrapped around my head all while sipping on green juice, yesterday I had a true meltdown…..I ate cooked food, drank red wine, and called/text-ed/ harassed pretty much everyone I know. On day 12th with no husband in a town where I have the phone number of 4! people (two of which I got this week) I freaked out, melted down, kernel panicked…whatever you would call it.
I couldn’t be raw with myself anymore. They say that a true yogi is never bored. Every moment is used as a blissful chance to go deeper into the self…folding self into self until one merges into pure Prakṛti. This why I tend to call myself a yoga student, or a yogi in training, or an aspiring yogi rather than “oh me, I am a yogi.”
My reason for sharing? I went to this blog today and I saw what I what I am quick to criticize others for, I saw the raw but not the real. Why is the Bhagavad-Gita such an inspiring epic poem? Maybe because it is two people talking to each other discussing the nature of humanity….human-ness.
Lesson learned: There is a difference between eating raw food and really getting raw with yourself.