Every time I go to Jen’s and Brandon’s place, I am confronted with a giant elliptical. At first, I didn’t know what ellipticals are, but then I tried it on and I saw the calories I was burning within seconds. I thought that was pretty amusing, and for a brief second, I declared, “I want one too!!!” Heh. I wonder how yoga and exercise on the elliptical would match up, eh? I missed yoga last weekend because we were doing some hardcore renovations on our bathroom, so my body is just aching for some yoga loving.

I got it. Yoga is the equivalent of yourself making love with your soul. “Union,” is what it is called. Screw how far I can bend, screw how beautiful my body may look in a certain look. It is the active practice of appreciating my soul, of uniting with my being, of recognizing my consciousness and nurturing my subconsciousness. Yoga is the pumping, awesome power of gentle lovemaking of the soul. Intertwined with what is reality and what is not, what is fantasy and what is imagined.

I need my yoga.