A Saturday KSC always finds me reflective especially when I can be quick on the trigger to get a bike the morning before. As I watch the heavier traffic before me in between classes it makes me feel so comfortable so relaxed in this, my 3rd space.
In Thursday’s class I deliberately kept silent to take in the energy around me rather than being my effusive self. It felt so good and it was as if I could draw on someone else’s ATM without having to drain my own cash flow. Having high energy was always a problem that plagued me. Whenever I was in a room I saw energy and I thought it was reflected in someone else but I was mistaken it was actually my energy in the mirror.
Trust Mommy! Is what The Evil Woman is often heard to be saying and with the level of discernment that now floats in my consciousness trusting Mommy has the athlete in me poking it’s head out and it’s saying: I’m coming Jack. There were times this morning when my breathing whether I was trying to catch it or regulate it was playing to my orchestration. So often it was just a wind instrument blowing an unrecognizable tune. And even though I can dance (yes this white boy can dance) I didn’t seem to be able to get on the rhythm. Today my pedal stroke was just like it is on the dance floor: right on it.
After class an extemporaneous conversation erupted outside the main studio with Mike and the very beautiful Rhonda (she is 50+) and we started to talk about how smooth and unwrinkled her skin is. She even let me touch it! She said that Mike and I should go out and buy Roc. Mike uses the very expensive La Mer (Johnny Depp’s personal youth cream). I have to tell you it looks better on Rhonda. But guess where I am headed now?
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