Life yoga – awakening the spirit

We’ve got our Christmas tree up. The lights are built into the branches, saves us time unraveling unneccessary wire. Gives us more time to make love in front of the fire later. We do yoga in front of the fireplace sometimes – it’s so meditative to watch the flames in the winter time. Sometimes we do it front of the glass and we look at the bare trees outside – it’s calm and easily relaxes a heavy mind during the holidays. Otherwise we do it in the living room. I like having the red rug under my ass though when I’m doing the crazy positions because I can dig my toes into the shag and not slip or fall.

Speaking of yoga. I’ve already written my next script called PANTYBOY YOGA – so attention pantyboys: go get yourself a pink leotard and some leggings. It would be awesome if you had something pretty to wear for our stretching workout. Make sure the feet are cut out so you’re barefoot to avoid a fall and to achieve better balance. It’s very heavy on the spiritual stuff, mind+body+spirit connection, stretching, feminine attunement, and some Buddhist learnings. I’m no expert on the physical aspects of yoga so I had a lot of help from those more trained than me (online, for specifics on stretch placement) – however all the mind+spirit stuff I’ve really learned how to align when stretching cause it’s very much like a hypnosis trance. I do hope it helps transgenders in the same way yoga helps me. Yoga can help us learn how to deal with negative forces that may get sent in our directions and turn them into positive adventures. It’s common and expected, as human beings, to get angry sometimes. It’s just important not to let negative emotions poorly affect or overwhelm our lives. It’s good to surrender to mercy and nurturing love… and release fear and anger. I’ve read (more than once now), that the liver is where anger is “housed” in the body. The liver directly affects the kidneys. When doing yoga, stomach stretches can be done to “calm” down anger. I’ve seen it work on many people and my goal is hopefully in 10 or 15 years, I might be able to do some affective yoga instructing on multiple dimensional levels. Combine that with therapeutic massage techniques from all over the world (which I’ve been daily and dutifully studying like an eager student) and healing can integrate with sex to make our spiritual and physical orgasms absolutely breathtaking!

Everytime I walk away from kundalini yoga, anger and frustration are a million miles away and I feel safe, protected, and able to communicate with intelligence and poise. I feel like I can do anything. I feel centered and grounded, able to think clearly and beautifully – and able to discern when/where I should or should not speak. My favorite position is child’s pose – it’s so “fetal” like and takes me back to a time of innocence and a love of learning. It’s calming and relaxing and it’s one of those positions that can be done with a partner (my fiance sits on my tailbone) and then he lies back and we roll up together. We sometimes do intensive Thai-massage with each other, which is very intimate and VERY-MUCH a workout.

Right now I’m exploring the subtle differences between loving oneself and praising oneself. As Winston Churchill once said, “We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm.” I believe in humility and self-lessness… but I also believe in egoism and genuine self-confidence. There must be a yin and yang blend of the perfect attitude to take… surely. When it feels right, I’ll know I’ve got it. It’s a learning process. My whole life is a learning and constant evolving. I leave room for more improvement. Note to self: value someone’s opinion without feeling compelled to respond.>

Sex will only improve with mind learning. Paulo Coelho believes, “Well, by accepting that sex is a manifestation of God, and that it is not a sin – it is a blessing.” I think a lot of people get sex, love, lust, and desire all confused and intermingled with one another. Sex, as unto itself, is a beautiful creation of love. In my world, we should all love everyone, regardless of gender or physical traits. Strapons are beautiful, too. They can be used in very loving, nurturing – even dare I say, maternal-love ways. Even a nurse in a hospital does prostate exams for health. I think a beautiful ass fucking can inspire better health for the mind and body. Even homeless (whether they choose it or not) people are worthy of romantic love, you know. I’m sure without a bath and without any money, we’d all be craving intimate touch. Love gets all controversial when philosophy and existentialism gets involved. I can’t help what I read. It’s drawn to me like I’m an water magnet of the earth or something. Words like “evil” and “God” and “sacrifice” get thrown in there. It gets to a place where all there is – is either extreme disagreement or extreme reason to inflict pain on others with an opinion. It’s tiresome. Is it so wrong that I want to live in a fantasy world of boundary-less love and have an endless supply of love even though I know circumstances could very easily tempt and test me, should fear ever get involved. Love love love. John Lennon said it best. All you need is love. Yeah and what he forgot is that all we need is love when we feel we have none around us. I often feel like, when I am most alone, I am the least alone. I feel stuff all the time. I hear energies all the time. It’s like I hear the trees, the ground, the stars, the clouds – I can feel things often before they happen. Many times the animals have conversations with me through the windows of my home. I’ve counted 30-60 species of birds, per day, that fly to my backyard deck for black oil sunflower seeds. It’s almost like I can predict when they’ll come – and when they do, I analyze them like I’m a cat (I embrace the black panther kitty cat inside me). Birds and squirrels are much the same to me. Their heads move like they’re constantly embracing fear, like they’re always self-preserving themselves from predators. Overly-aware. And Johnny cat watches from the window, so eager and ready to pounce. The circle of life, man, the circle of life. One eats to be eaten. But why can’t we all just window watch. It’s an interesting dilemma.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo