My Favourite part of Healthy Living... Yoga and Meditation Days...

 I have no trouble stilling my mind as I move my body through Yoga, but when I sit to meditate, even for just a few minutes, my mind dances from thought to thought. I try. I really do. But whether I’m sitting for the first five minutes of a yoga class or for a longer stretch at home on my own, I very rarely find even a moment of peace. Those thoughts, they plague me.

 But at least I’ve noticed some themes in the ways my mind wanders. That’s an important step, right? To identify the thoughts without judgement, and them let them drift away?

Namaste...

Things to be learnt from DOG's

* Never pass up the opportunity for a joy ride.
* Allow the experience of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure exctasy.
* When loved ones come home always run to greet them.
* When in your best interest, practice obedience.
* Let others know when they have invaded your territory.
* Take naps often and stretch before rising.
* Run, Romp and Play daily.
* Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
* Be loyal.
* Never pretend to be something your are not.
* If you don't want lies buried, dig until you find it.
* When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
* Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
* Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
* On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
* When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
* No matter how often you are scolded, dont buy into the guilt thing and run right back and make friends.
* Bond with your pack.
* Delite in the simple joy of a long walk.

 BoyDog

He is your friend...

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion...

BoyDog

I want to...

I want to speak with these words,
that bombard me when I think of you.
I have more to say when I've been around you
I think more interesting thoughts.


And you?

I watched you smile, sleep and breathe
in my company, under my watchful eyes.
I saw you feel those mysterious things.
I touched beyond your guarded gates,
I saw you feel so many things….
I want to sleep in your body warmth….
I want to lie in the grooves of your flesh….
I want to smell you on me…..
I want to taste all of you….

Dreamer. Nothing but...

Each man has a dream image of himself and his lover. As lovers it is our purpose to answer that dream.

The challenge is that it is not readily apparent which man has which image in his mind. He may not even know it himself. It takes a genius to discover it. All great courtesans were geniuses that way.

They pull out what is deepest in other people and give it a face and form. Such is magic. Forget whether you're tall enough, buffed enough, smooth enough, tanned enough....

The spellbinding comes in summoning forth this deepest desire and dream, and making it live. And in doing this you may find yourself changed as well,and you may come to love him.

For there is the possibility he may answer your deepest secret dream.

Always that possibility...

The answer...

Why do you give the impression that you'd rather not be loved?

You almost tell me not to bother.

Why are you neither one thing nor the other?

Why do you fluctuate between ticks and crosses,

Won't you confirm or contradict my guesses?

I know you're real, which means you work, pay taxes,

drink and suffer hangovers.

I know you know what sex is.

Still, there is something in you that never mixes,

something that smells like the air in silver boxes.

It makes me suddenly afraid of asking,

suddenly aware of all the things I'm risking.