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.


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.


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