life sounds like

i'm alive i'm alive i'm alive i'm alive i'm alive i'm alive
so-hum
(i am.)

(week 4)

thoughts.

dear trusty 6+ year old lulu top,

i begrudgingly continue this mental conversation with you throughout class today.  we have been through so much together.  you have seen me as a 7-class-a-week-yogi, and yes there were those years i thoroughly enjoyed you as a sleepwear item.  

(no, that's not you, but i needed a picture)

but now, when i am trying my damnedest to stay still in this restorative yoga class, here you are being the biggest distraction imaginable.  yeah, i'm sure my yoga teacher could care less if she can see my boobs, but c'mon lulu top that is your one job.  and so here we are again, the ultimatum.  either you start doing your job or when we get home, that's it i'm retiring you to full time sleep wear top.  no more yoga class for you, i'll banish you i swear.  if you don't cooperate in the next 5 breaths, i'm letting go of you as you are no longer serving me.  *big yoga sigh*

sincerely,

r

p.s. no, this is not like the other 5 times i threatened to retire you.  i don't care how wonderfully purple you are or how soft and snuggly you've become...

precious

these thighs were made for strength,
for pushing, for pulling, for lifting, for moving.
these hips were made for dancing, for holding,
for having babies if they ever come our way.
this skin was made to remind me
if my inside body is healthy or unbalanced.

these hands were made to make things.
these arms were made to hold people.
this body was made to house me.
it is me, and it is a reflection of me.
and i am thankful for all these things.

Ryan Enn Hughes

watch about the 360 Project...more to come soon...