I was only two when she wrote this
A friend sent this essay to me today: Goodbye to All That, by Joan Didion. She knows I love Joan Didion, and well, the rest speaks for itself, although not necessarily about anything it particular. It's not about Ashtanga, and it's not about New York City. Although I suppose it could be. It could be about anything. Enjoy!
YC
2 comments:
Hi Lauren,
I really enjoy reading your blog- I'm a fellow ashtangi from Australia, and, though I live in a big city, I love to imagine life in THE city that is New York. This essay is beautiful, and once again gave me a chance to imagine New York... I can't help but think that, considering your feelings of being slightly unsatisfied or discontent in your practice at the moment, that it might have struck a chord with you in the themes of things ending... when something that i love begins to lose its flavour, part of what bothers me so much is that i might be losing the love for good... i hope you are not feeling this with your practice, that you can see the ups and downs for what they are- part of your journey.
Good luck with supta k!
And thanks for sharing...
You were never "just two." At two, you were already destined to be Yoga Chickie.
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