The Yoga of Rock and Roll…

02 Sep 2010 1 Comment

by mamakohl in Gods and Goddesses, Uncategorized, yogi tunes Tags: Beer, Jack White, Mark Twain, Meditation, Mick Jagger, Nag Champa, Practices, Religion and Spirituality, yoga

I love lots of things.  I love candles. I love tea.  I love my family.  I love hikes through the woods, Nag Champa, arm balances, meditation, yoga, and hummus.  I also love an extremely cold Dirty Grey Goose martini, cheap beer, expensive beer, tattoos, high heeled boots, motorcycles, explosives, expletives, driving too fast, skinny dipping, and wildly loud rock and roll.

It’s all yoga, you dig?

No really, it is!  Today is Krishna‘s birthday.  Well, okay, today is the 2nd day to celebrate Krishna’s birthday this year, but let’s not nick-pick, eh?  Krishna represents the duality of humanity.  We are all light and dark, male and female, open and closed, happy and sad, loving and hateful.  We need that balance.  We ARE that balance.

We are all of those things.  Everything is both of those things. Since everything is everything, it also stands that everything is nothing.  It is that it is.  We are that we are.  I am that I am that I am that I am.  And so are you.

Folks freak out when they realize that I am a very spiritual person who drinks and swears and loves large tattoos and dances naked in the rain and occassionally does too much of all of those things.  What is it that Mark Twain said?  ”Everything in moderation … including moderation!”

Amen.

With that, I’ll leave you with my favorite video of the moment.  You should know that I love The Rolling Stones and I also love The White Stripes, but that’s not why I’m posting this video.  I’m posting it because, if you look at Jack White, you will see the yoga of living, the yoga of Rock and Roll.  That guy is playing with Mick Jagger.  He’s loving it.  He’s not thinking, “Oh I’ve earned this.  I deserve this.  I am so awesome!”  Nope.  He’s thinking. “HAHAHAHAH!!  I’m playing with THE ROLLING STONES!”  He’s not scared.  He’s not thinking about the past or the future.  He’s right in the moment, living and breathing and loving and playing and freaking the hell out.  That, my darling, is yoga.

Rock ON!