I’m stuck in a Petri dish.
ROOOOOOOOAR OH MIGHTY LIONESS,
Please find my pic for your consideration. For the last six months I’ve had a redundancy hanging over my head. My default in these situations would usually be a bottle of red every night and chocolate, but I knew damn well I wouldn’t survive the emotional rollercoaster of not knowing if I went down that path. With my world spinning out of control, I decided to take control of what I could…my body and mind by starting Ashtanga Yoga. It’s a daily battle of wills not only getting out of bed, but within my head. An exhausting dialogue goes round ‘n’ round…I’m the worse, I’m not progressing, I don’t wear Lululemon (instead a Pixies t-shirt), I never get adjusted or new poses, I can’t do back bends, nor the tricky-wicky jump thrus…why oh why do I bother?? Because selfishly the time and space is all about ME! Through the practice I’m starting to notice sparkling instances of hope, in which I don’t compare myself to others, find forgiveness for my weaknesses and learn to slow everything down to awaken, stablise and strengthen my inner being. Priceless really and I am grateful.
Roar indeed! I really love this photo because i can relate. I absolutely can relate. I’m very glad that through this season in your life instead of indulge in something you are familiar with you’ve reached out to challenge spiritual, emotional, and physical parts of yourself. Yoga, and particularly Ashtanga is hard. You can be the fittest person in the world and not click with the practice. I don’t wear lulelemon - and probably never will (expensive!), The amazing thing about yoga, you try, that generates a warm spirit and the people around you start to try too. I’d challenge you to try doing one jump through a session. Try doing your sun salutations with your eyes closed completely. I bet my bottom dollar by the end, you’ll be smiling. Your practice is a space and time entirely designed for you - don’t be afraid to use it! This is a gorgeous photo - if you ever need a yoga buddy, come find me. xoxo
I figuratively drowned this week. I didn’t leave the house, zombified myself via hours of TV (Vikings, Continuum & Call the Midwife) & truly believed in the absence of hope. When you announced your theme there was no friggin’ way I was going to participate, but slowly I’ve emerged thanks to a few tumblr sirens – a bruised nymphet, a flushing mermaid & an omnipotent bully. I am giddy with gratitude & miraculously pulled out these shots in < 15 minutes. The fact that these amazing people share their pearls & tenderness has not been lost on me. Living treasures, their faith may mean that I am a slight reflection or that I’ve absorbed some of their spirit – I can only hope!
Kisses to you sweetness – B xx
It seems like it has been a long week for lots of people. The perfect week to incorporate a theme that allows so many of you to sit back and relax a little bit. I’m not familiar with the milk bath phenomenon. Oh sweet B, thank you for all the pearls of wisdom and heartfelt emotion that you bring to Coffee Club. I’m so thankful for you.
A great word to think of when engaging in cunnilingus is PUDDLE. Your tongue cannot help itself but up go up and down. Imagine if you said it quickly over and over…puddle, puddle, puddle, puddle, puddle, puddle? Heaven xo
Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.”
— (via hustleeee)