Yoga, Breath, and The Folly of Subjective Reality

Today, at yoga class. (this already feels like.. this one time, at band camp)...

Today, at yoga class:

1. I am reminded of my theory that our subjective reality is a perfect balance of fate and free will. It all stems from the source of life, breath. The theory (hypothesis, if you want to get literal/technical) is that all of the thoughts you have come from the oxygen you take in. At a mystical sub-atomic/cosmic level, information is sent to you from God/Allah/Jehovah/Infinity/Goddess/-insert your belief system's higher power or if you are Atheist, use the word Science, instead. The oxygen has information for your brain, but, how you breathe determines what info you get b/c if you breathe deeply your brain gets more oxygen. People think that just b/c we can breath w/o thinking about it, that's it is automatic and we shouldn't bother thinking about it. But you wouldn't feel the same about peeing and pooing, would you?Breathing doesn't happen b/c your lungs expand. Your lungs expand as you move your muscles away from the lungs, creating a vacuum for the lungs to fill. And, you don't exhale by constricting your lungs, themselves. Its the muscles, again, that force the lungs to exhale.

So, you control the fate that controls you.

2. My life is too like Curb Your Enthusiasm. (I don't like this show, or any show/movie based on a premise of miscommunication/misunderstanding. I could never get past a half hour of Anger Management.) I realized, recently, that this is b/c I, myself, suffer from these dramas. I really need to be able to laugh at these experiences. Here's the story of the day. After class, someone took a yoga bag for sale off of the top shelf to look at it. She put it back, backwards, turned around, and it fell. She didn't realize. So, I put it back up (not realizing it was backwards). I stood there as it fell again. I kept attempting to balance it up there before realizing it was backwards. I turned it around and it seemed to stay put. The instructor noticed me putting the bag back up the last time only, and must have thought I was interested in the bag. He tried to upsell me to a bigger bag, touting its capacity. He said, like, "you know when you go on a road trip and you bring more back with you than you brought?". (I rarely go on road trips, don't own a car anymore, have no plans on going on any road trips in the future.). I shake my head no. He's like "you don't buy gifts?". (No I don't buy gifts.)

I say I send postcards. He reacted as if he was surprised that postcards still exist. The whole experience made me feel, not quite "personally" alienated, but, like alienated on behalf of people generally too poor to go on road trips and buy gifts for people. I'm spending money on unlimited yoga and bought a new "good" mat. But, I wonder if he's noticed my $35 bicycle with duct tape outside. Poor people need yoga, too. 

I have a new fantasy, 

where Obama instead of forcing us

to purchase health insurance

instead forced us 

ALL TO DO YOGA

3. I realize how badly I need to work on my high to low plank.

NAMASTE, BUTCHES

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