aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
i need earplugs for the silence!
my {many} attempts to go inward and still have rendered me in slobbering fits.
i want to pluck a banjo whilst wearing a tutu;
not find my breathy bliss sans pretty pictures in my head.
how do you nutjobs people do it?
is my music not sitar-fused enough? my kundalini too j. crew?
help please.
i’m determined to nail this zen shit.
If I ever open a yoga studio ~ I'm framing this post and hanging it on the biggest wall I can find!
oh, katie. i know.
haha, don't believe the hype! p.s. there's a Cynthia Rowley truck heading to Fashion Island this week, just in case you need a dose of the material world.
xo Mary Jo