Calling myself an a-hole was my way of acknowledging that. Someone so seemingly happy, who, from the outside might not seem that way (she was blind) and how humbling that was. I remember last spring my friend getting back from Africa and telling me how the kids in the village where she was staying were so happy. And how they had nothing. They were so grateful and they had nearly nothing to play with, except themselves. And there I was whining that I needed new sneakers. The subtitle of my workshop is ON BEING HUMAN, so I agree that we are all indeed human. I just love to get myself in check. I use a-hole lovingly. **See you at a workshop soon. All listed at manifestationyoga. Next up NYC (next Sat.) Thanks as always to my family at SimpleReminders. via Jennifer Pastiloff
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 00:47:06 +0000
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