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good thingsWhy do I only write about the bad things? I go back and read journals, and its all fire & brimstone. All bad. This time, good things. I finally went back to yoga tonight, in my neighborhood. I like the place, and mybe i'll give an instructor review for Belinda later (nice, slow, chanting, breathing, oh, there's the review!), but the most compelling thought that I had was this: Four years ago, I was a kicking & screaming atheist, all life based in science. All facts & figures. Nothing beyond that which is provable through numbers and theorems. Now, tonight, I sat in class and wanted *more* spirituality from it. I wanted to feel life forces & energy flowing through me. I wanted to work to bring myself to a state of understanding, to feel the world rushing through me. To feel connected to some higher spiritual sense. What a difference growing up makes, eh? My departing feeling from class is one just of love. I am filled with love for the world, and blissfully happy about it. I want to shout love for one person from the rooftops, to all the trees, but even if that is ever unavailable to me, I feel so much emotion; my heart is full of everything for everyone. Maybe one shouldn't journal after yoga? Kind of like drunk dialing? We'll find out when I re-read this in the morning. |
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