All you need is love
I was able to get to yoga today when a call was cancelled and thank god I went because yesterday’s cardio class nearly killed me and my newfound late night anxiety is threatening to seal the deal. Michele’s assistant talked about how when we step outside after a yoga class we are aware and engaged with the world. In our practice we seek balance in our poses. He used yoga as a metaphor for the artist struggle to strike a balance between expression and audience, and about the end result being harmony, which is love.
I’ve been trying to balance having gone too far in one path – the LaLa’s columns need their annual maintenance but this time it is serious, the outside of the LaLa has spots that are getting dry rot and need to be replaced, some areas were replaced last year, and now I need a more serious fix, the side yard with its muddy mess because grass won’t grow under the palms that are now towering had to be fixed, Blue needed a bunch of stuff I wasn’t expected to fix – money, that old chestnut – I find that I’m in hoard mode as fall approaches but I’m being forced to throw all my nuts out of the nest.
Last night at midnight, I took all my worry dolls out of the drawer and went through a cluster of worry for each doll – doll number one – money, doll number two – job, doll number three – house, doll number four … This morning, still half asleep, I put all the little dolls back in the drawer and thanked them for worrying for me so I could get some sleep.
All you need is love? Hardly, right now I need a plan. An exit strategy.