Jacobson repeated words of advice about the article that her own instructor, Kelly Morris, gave a yoga class over the weekend. If you are a master skier, Morris told her students, and you fall down and get injured, you don’t get angry at the mountain.

(in response to a NY Times article about the next threat to humanity, YOGA)

“That’s the balance of grace and action, the dance between the ultimate and the relative, the true beauty of yoga, or union. So this year, that’s my resolution. To keep striking this balance, come what may.”

super agreed, sent to me by my one and only Lub-Dub, on huffpo

always hydrate to the point of pissing clear.

only say you do things that you actually do (thoroughly).

love yourself above all, nothing works out unless you do.

and sometimes, your yoga instructor will tell you your practice has gotten better and your mentor will tell you your writing moved her, all in one day.

as did i, and here is just a tiny part of why i did:

“If someone dumped you, the universe removed that person from your life for a reason. (And that reason is that person is no longer interested in having sex with you!)”

(Source: tsmhm)

Yesterday, I took my first yoga class in 11 years. I got to John’s ninja yoga tumblr by way of Erin and felt the need to just go for it, regardless of only remembering .2 poses and being nervous for four whole days prior.

I felt a sense of comfort and calm that I’ve been lacking as of late. I must admit that I pushed myself because I didn’t want to be the silly beginner in the back, so much so that at times I neglected to breathe. I caught myself rather quickly and I began focusing heavily on my breathing, finding it easier and easier to balance and follow through.

By the end of class I felt relieved and very satisfied… I am very grateful for tumblr, Erin and John, in order of appearance, for gradually and inadvertently facilitating yesterday.

Afterwards, I hopped on the train and read Walden all the way home while listening to the soothing sounds of heavy rain on my white noise app. When I emerged from the subway, I got distracted and almost fell really badly. I flew forward, and I supported myself with the hand my phone was in, and as I heard it crunch (and break), I knew my silly little iPhone had just prevented me from hurting myself and took one for the team.