Honesty

Honesty requires ruthless self-honesty. As one of my teachers told me, “You must be willing to tell the truth about myself no matter how bad it makes me look,” and this means no holding back, no half-truths, no clouds, no shading of the facts. From this moment forward I will pretend that I have the Lair, Lair curse (or “wish” depending on how you look at it) and for one day, to start with, I cannot tell a lie. Not to myself, not to anyone else. Now where to begin…? As my mother always tells me, “Just jump right in,” and so, as my Brenda Ueland said, “Start with something true.”

I love beets. Not like, or enjoy occasionally, no, I love beets—as in, would marry them if I could. Okay, maybe that’s taking it a little too far, but really, I love them.

Okay, try harder Shinay; I am in love. I am in love with 7 billion people, and one in particular.

Closer, but… well, here’s the thing, I doubt that what I have to say is even relevant to what other people want to read. So I’ll just start tell you about my day, because that’s what bloggers do, right…? Blab—I mean blog—on about their day.

For the first time in the eight years that I have been practicing yoga, today I was able to touch my knees to the ground in Baddha Konasana. WOW!

Thank you Christina Sell and Darren Rhodes for your support of each of your dedicated students. I appreciate what these two have to offer. Profundity with clarity, and skilful means, what a day.

This is a breakthrough for me because I have a big fat story that “my hips are too tight” therefore I can’t… blah, blah, blah. But I did it and shot that Story dead!

That’s the truth for tonight and more to come!

Feeling gratitude in my heart.

I am so lucky. We are all so blessed.