Returning to LA after a break is like visiting the ex-boyfriend. I remember all the stuff I liked about him, but knew it wouldn't be right to stay. I love the westside flow and the east side shuffle. I love the diversity and hidden historic pockets. Love the currents of characters mixing together, momentarily altering my reality throughout the day. Last week, a police helicopter circling above In and Out Burger commandingly blaring from its loudspeaker: 'this is not a Hollywood movie, this is real life.' 

I looked up and thought 'it's all a hollywood movie!' changing direction on my bike after losing out on another good deal. The universe is sending messages that i shall not purchase an auto in this moment. Or boots (and does not care that my feet are cold or want to look cute) and is placing me temporarily back in sweaty Miami, hurricane season, flooding, possible zombies (I haven't heard from 100% of my friends yet), my Tapayasa practice is getting turned up a notch. Tapas is part of the 8 limbs of yoga, it loosely translates as 'burning' or 'austerities.' When one enters the practice as a complete immersion, when one becomes a moving meditation completely connected with both the control of the prana and also experiencing the wave of the prana. No thought required. It is fulfilling the desire to be present and receiving the pleasure + nourishment of its mingling presence.

There is an avalanche of dual signs occuring in this window ~ eclipse in Gemini, Venus Transit, Full Moon in Sagittarius, and now Cancer coming up on the New Moon. A galactic house of mirrors, reflecting all the pimply and hairy sides you couldn't see with the flat 5 dollar one from Wal-Mart.

I think this is because many of us have been working it, yes, turning up the heat (or the love or light) etc and so intensely focused on becoming more diamond like. Shining in all directions and dimensions! We are human, but we are also part cosmic disco-ball, and if I know you like I think I do...I know you brought your goggles.

Linear time exists because someone was seriously triggered when the other never showed. The first person in history to be stood up may have motivated someone to conceptualize and actualize a time and place to connect, what is often known as a 'date,' or we would all just be shuffling along until we magically bump into each other. How would anything get done? We cannot imagine it, or can we?



Please enjoy this link to a deeper explanation of Tapas as a practice.

http://upyourasana.wordpress.com/2010/11/22/niyama-of-the-week-tapas-self-discipline-earnestness/