Bernie Birney: It's About Yoga

Do Not Disturb

Ssssh!  Can you not see that I'm reading?

My eyeballs don't have the strength that would be required to un-rivet themselves from this site, where people post unsent letters to former loves--also known as THE VERY BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. 

I.  Simply. Can. Not. Stop. Reading. Them. 

Subbing out my classes tomorrow may be required. 

Naturally, I think we should all write one immediately--or upon liberation of my eyeballs.  Whichever comes sooner.

Thanks for stopping by.  Um, would you mind shutting the door on your way out?

 

Feather Fairy Mermaids

Last night I attended a feather party.  Dana Divine--stylist extraordinaire--was imported from NYC.  She used feathers and tinsel to turn us all into fairy mermaids.  Fairy mermaids!  I have always wanted to be a fairy mermaid!  Being a feather fairy mermaid is exactly what has been missing from my life!

Yes--I do realize that mermaids don't actually have feathers.  That is so entirely not the point.

I loved being in a circle of incredible women, and leaders.  I marveled the sheer, dumb luck that had brought me to be in this room with these women.  Ever since hooking up with partner in crime, Linda Coletta, around 2 years ago, the blessings have just kept coming, fire hose style.

Lucky, lucky me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anusara Grand Circle Hoopfest 2011

Ridonculous amounts of fun: 

(Thanks for the footage, Rita!  You rock.) 

In Case You Were Wondering What To Get Me For Christmas...

Send lawyers, guns and money; the shit has hit the fan.

 

Don't believe everything you think.

 

 

Double, double, toil and trouble.

 

And, of course, the bracelets I should have been wearing when I wrote yesterday's post:

How about a nice cup of shut the f*ck up?

 

Obsessive much?  I'm having an OCD attack over these bracelets.  I need about ten pairs, at least.  Aparigraha is sooo my second to least favorite of the yamas.