#yogainspiration
Just hanging out with your girlfriend while she does her morning yoga is such a tease…I mean her tight little asshole is just begging for me to fuck it!!
Day 9 is over… And for the first time today (though still sick) I had some energy. I got up and did about 25 minutes of yoga this morning! Which is more activity (other than walking to and from work) than I’ve had since I stated. That was good enough for me. Looking forward to seeing how I feel tomorrow.
Today Jupiter and Saturn seem to move close enough so she can’t stay aside. From herself. Putting herself in the cupboard full of books, fantasies, escapes, hidden pain and fears - enough. Her Jupiter is all her passion to start anew, new journey beyond, in the landscape of wild unknown; her optimism - an unexcused smile of a girl standing on the road, eyes closed (or is she blind?), strange clothes found in the dark forest, dying light of fireflies in the hair. But she’s ready to go because it’s never too late to start over, because another circle is finished, shadow she was facing has sunk deep - and now her body, her mind, her soul frozen waiting for her to take a step beyond.
Her Saturn is here as well, it’s her time, her father and traditions she was connected with life after life, her limits, her room. It asks her if she checked her wounds and fears before going. And isn’t it foolish to be that way if she can just stay? And where is her blanket to wrap her heart?
Today, at this moment with her stars and cosmic pathways, lost, fearful, forgetful, she is sitting to remember.
Birds in the trees, winter solstice is coming. Jupiter and Saturn in conjunction at zero degree.
In the moment between expansion and contraction, between Jupiter and Saturn, just before winter solstice, remember yourself.
It’s never too late to start over.
You need yourself.
Lately, my yoga/mediation sessions have been really good. I’m getting better at this shit. I’m able to control my mind to where I can really get to what’s bothering me. When I let my mind just roam, I’m surprised/shocked to what I think about.
I’m always having muscle or joint pain, and yoga has been really helping with that. I do yoga twice a day. When I start my day with yoga, I just have a better outlook for the entire day. When I end my day with yoga, all the bullshit that occurred during the day feels less overwhelming. I’m really proud of myself because I have found an activity that relaxes me, puts things into perspective, and helps with my body pain.
I have been doing yoga every day for the past 3 months and it has changed my life. I live a very stressful life and that gets overwhelming. I have to do yoga at least once a day to de-stress but when the bullshit becomes overwhelming, I do 2 or more yoga sessions. I think people get stuck on doing the correct way of yoga. When I do yoga, I’m concentrated on relaxing my body and mind and do not focus on correct way of yoga. I let my body lead the way.
After my session is over, I feel like any problem that I was feeling before is more manageable. I want to get the point where yoga brings me peace, and I find confidence.
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Vê-la saudar o sol, todas as manhãs bem cedo, só de biquíni no gramado em frente à casa na praia foi uma das coisas mais deliciosas daquele verão. Aquela alma tão linda quanto seu corpo entrando em sintonia com o universo enquanto os homens que passavam em direção à praia tinham seus olhos e desejo capturados por aquela mulher: os volumes crescendo involuntariamente dentro das sungas indicavam o tipo de conexão que seus corpos desejavam.
“Sim, amor! Acho que você deveria ter uma conta no instagram sobre yoga! Você gosta tanto…” eu disse mostrando-lhe as fotos que tirei das suas assanas.
Em poucas semanas, sua conta tinha milhares de seguidores: algumas mulheres, algumas pessoas interessadas em yoga, fitness e bem-estar e muitos, mas muitos homens. Sem que eu precisasse dizer nada, aos poucos começou a curtir os comentários de homens que elogiavam o seu corpo e pronto já estava respondendo aos que mais lhe agradavam: “Obrigada, querido. Você também tá super em forma!”
Mais uma vez, não precisei dizer nada: apenas curti um comentário em que ela devolvia um elogio a outro homem e as conversas picantes que ela tinha com eles por DM viraram prints que chegavam na forma de mensagens fingindo indignação: “Olha só que atrevido, amor! Esse cara me convidando para ir na casa dele aprender sobre Tantra Yôga… sem roupa!”