SOCK YOGA

SOCK YOGA
The struggle is real…

 First let me say that I have a ton of respect for those who practice Yoga and the mental, spiritual and physical aspects of this ancient discipline; but come live in my world for a week and we’ll see how you hold up.

Okay having said that we need to discuss the realities of being a road warrior and a person of some substance, or in the common vernacular – FAT. Don’t worry no self-loathing here, I love my roundness; but it does create some challenges. So, this is for all you professional travelers who if you’re like me are on the road more than we are home. We are the ones shoehorned into an airline seat, picking through the hotel breakfast buffet, or God forbid having to take the compact car at the rental depot. I can’t even speak about being forced to remove my belt at TSA – that alone is enough reason to get Pre-Check, but I digress. Actually, if this isn’t you read on anyway, at least you can pity us. Read more ›

The Wilderness

…it exists at the junction of betrayal, heartache, and hope.

The days seem to blend together in an endless stream of sameness as I journey further into the wilderness. There really is no beginning or end just a senseless jumble of destruction. The once mighty forest lays in ruin about me charred as if some hell spawn has unleashed the very fire of the netherworld upon it. I remember the mighty oaks, majestic maples; the stately firs that seemed to tickle the top of the world. If I close my eyes I can feel the dappled sunlight on my cheeks, I can hear the creek in the distance as it carelessly chooses its path down the hillside. It’s only an illusion there hasn’t been any life or joy in these parts recently, the sun no longer warms the earth beneath my feet and an endless twilight reigns in the heavens. Read more ›