Friends, I am soooo very sorry!

I am very, very sorry for my behavior over the past couple of weeks. I have been stressed out, but that is no reason to act snippy, bitchy, and otherwise utterly pitiful.

The good news is, this morning I finished the dreaded RFP at work, and I will be turning it in this afternoon. YEAH! AND I'll get to go to yoga. YEAH!

I have a wonderful, wonderful weekend planned, and I look forward to seeing friends and family.

Friends, you and my hubby are my rock. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for administering much-much-needed kicks in the ass. I'm back to my typical bubbly self, and I feel very honored to have you all as my buds.

Why I love yoga

Few things exhaust me, and yet relax me as much as yoga. It really does do the trick.

It is exhausting? Heck ya.

Is it intense? Heck ya.

CAN it hurt? Well, if done wrong (which I occassionally do), heck ya.

Does it make a difference? HECK YA!

Today was no exception to the yoga experience. After an hour and a half of workout, I found myself laying on my mat, in a complete pool of sweat, feeling utterly exhausted, and drained of everything - including my stresses, my worries, and my anxiety.

As we closed down on our session, I noticed the overhead lights dim to almost nothing. The music changed to a most tranquil and restful pulse of sounds and music. My instructor, whose intense blue eyes are surpassed only by his ability to bend and stretch in surreal poses, speaks with the most wise, calm, and tranquil voice imaginable. Leading us into a guided meditation, I found myself floating upon a stream of calm serenity. Somehow, I become one with the room - the heat of the room, the moisture of the air, all become one. Then, even with my eyes closed, I can sense my instructor approaching. His warmth comes upon me like a comforting and light blanket. From my feet upwards, I can sense him there. As I lay there on the floor, my instructor straddles me. His warmth... my warmth...

Then, I can feel his feet lightly brush against each side of my waist, to signal to me what is about to happen. I concentrate on a serene sense of bliss, lest I break the moment. Then, ever so gently, I feel his hands... his warm hands... his warm, strong hands, press upon my shoulders. Pressing lightly at first... and then heavier, heavier, more forceful, more intense... pressing my shoulders back towards the mat. Assertively, he leans into his pose, pressing further and further onto my shoulders - pushing all of his weight onto me - the two of us... becoming one. As I sigh, breathing heavily outward, he responds... his breathe with mine.... mine with his. Until, in a single breathe, he releases his grip upon me...

GODS I love yoga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!