Sometimes you have to let shit go. This is one of my rules. I have about ten.
I don’t follow this one as consistently as I do rule number 4 which is to listen to Stevie Wonder every day (because he is a musical genius). There’s a subsection to rule 4 which pertains to Prince and Bob Marley, but that’s another post.
My monkey mind is where I was going and as you can see it’s been bouncing around a bit more than usual.
It started after the New Year and a viewing of Vegucated. If you haven’t seen Vegucated I can’t recommend it enough. It challenged how I think about what I eat. The hard part is that it challenged the way that I think about what I eat.
You can see my dilemma. This shouldn’t be hard, right? The Yamas and Niyamas outline that it’s critical to live a life that is non-violent, respectful of the earth and everything in it.
This of course means animals.
So I can’t figure out why I feel weird about making this decision. Is it conditioning? Honestly, I don’t miss meat and don’t think I’ll go back to meat, fish or eggs. Dairy is another story. Sigh. (Damn you La Tur cheese, you moldy vixen)
Yesterday, I dedicated my asana practice to peace of mind and clarity.
I ended up think about cheese during savasana.
That wasn’t really the plan. A Kundalini class was right after so I kept my mat put. During the kriya my arms were at 60° angle and on fire. The teacher said to let go of the pain, push your mind past it. We were after all, just holding our arms up.
So I did. And it worked.
I think you know where this is going.
But I do need to address my attachment to pleasure.
There is pleasure and there is bliss.Forgo the first to possess the second.