2013: The Year of Writing Yoga Memoirs

On this cold tenth day of January, 2013, I am setting my intention to make this the year of Writing Yoga Memoirs.

I woke up at 3 a.m. and started writing about how sweet my life is now, and how in January, 1968, I was living in the Haight Ashbury.  It was the winter before the Summer of Love, I was totally naive, and I had my whole life ahead of me.  I had no idea there would be only four short seasons with only myself to take care of.  I could not foresee the lessons Life had in store for me.

It’s a curious thing to sit very still, to meditate and watch how the mind works.  The brain and all the cells of the body are like a computer that stores everything.  You can try to delete and let it all go, but you cannot will yourself to have a clean slate, as it was on the day you were born.  (Some people speculate it is not a clean slate even at birth.)  Our memories travel with us until the physical body dissolves — and possibly beyond.

At 7 a.m. it is barely light out here in the river bottom.  The sky is foggy white.  The tall pine trees outside my window look black.  It is a stark, cold winter landscape.

I don’t feel right unless I write.  How many more years will it take before I fully admit this?  The more I try to focus on work that pays and push aside the urge to write, the more the muse pesters me and pulls me by the hair out of bed.  If I don’t grab an hour during the day, I lie awake at 2 a.m. and wonder if I should risk the lack of sleep to write.  If I try to deny it and bury myself under the covers, sleep eludes me.  I have no choice.  I must surrender to my fate.

My favorite on-the-floor Writing Yoga Pose: Seated Wide Angle Pose, Upavistha Konasana.

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Please go to my Writing Yoga Memoirs page and click the Thumbs Up likes icon, located below the cover photo of my first memoir (my warm-up for the next one), near the upper right corner.  My writing income supports the care and feeding of my four-legged family, so I must get out there and shamelessly promote—and get working  on my next book!

One Response to “2013: The Year of Writing Yoga Memoirs”

  1. Terry D Patterson Says:

    I wrestle with my muse. Your thoughts resonate with me, and I don’t even DO yoga.
    Yoga is as yoga does.

    Like

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