Lately I’ve been pondering my inner life and exploring various ways of being, specifically contemplative ways of being as it’s such a beautiful way of life. Interestingly, the yoga path is also a contemplative path, with its emphasis on embodiment, unity (of heart, mind, body and spirit), and conscious awareness. Life is pretty amazing, when you think about it. I couldn’t have planned it the way it’s worked out. All praise to God for leading me down the roads I needed to travel to become more of who I’m supposed to be. But I digress, back to the topic at hand … as we move into the cooler months of the year, it’s pretty typical for me to go deeper inward. While we are who we are, we also have great choice in the ways we live our lives. It’s easy to go through…

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the ‘normal people’ as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like ‘have a nice day’ and ‘weather’s awful today, eh?’, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like ‘tell me something that makes you cry’ or ‘what do you think deja vu is for?’ Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing?…