Well, I've rekindled my love-affair with yoga - especially ashtanga yoga. I've been taking classes for the past two weeks at downward dog yoga studio.

I used to actually teach yoga but have been away from it for almost three years - I was very much swept away by dancing, taking classes almost every day which didn't leave much time for yoga...

and then transitioning yoga classes and changerooms a difficult place to find inner peace with a constant worry of my tuck coming loose - sweating and stretching, ikes!!!

I'm in a very different place than where I was even three or four months ago, in terms of passing which definately makes it a lot more enjoyable to reclaim things that I used to love. Taking yoga classes has been amazing for my body and my mind. After my first class I was amazed by how scAttEredDDD my mind was trying to relax in savasana at the end of class, i realized how undisciplined my mind had become from being away from a yoga or meditation practice for so long.

I don't want to be scattered any more, see my previous post for more on being scattered, and I know that committing an hour or two each day to a good physically spiritual practice like yoga will totally yield benefits.

I was worried about, especially with Ashtanga, which involves a lot of upper body work, that I'd get all big and bulky but I'm quickly realizing that I cannot, even if i wanted to, build muscle like I used to. ;P

But toronto is way way too small. 6 million people pshaw! The f#$^%# teacher last night was an old friend/flame of mine. We bumped into each other in the changeroom and chatted for a minute. During class though she said "nice job (insert boy name)" while i was coming down from plank into upward dog.

Okay, stop. Time the fuck out.

Does using the girls changeroom, having tits and totally girly hair, earrings and.. whatever, is it not friggen apparent that I may not be using that name anymore. This happens all the time though in toronto. I have to actually tell people that I have transitioned. I pass simultaneously as a boy and as a girl, to people who know me as either.

I skipped savasana and got changed an out of there before other people could leer at me in the changeroom. Le sigh, how odd...