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There used to be such a clear cut line where my morals were– but that was when I was able to think for myself. That’s when I didn’t need people. I’m now spun in this web of societal and social approval, and there’s a blur where that line used to be.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.26.2011 @ 2:35 pm

He spread his palms and extended his fingers against my hands. Looking in my eyes, he smiled as he moved our hands up towards my head. He stepped in closer, “I like your antlers,” he said, relaxing his gaze down to my lips.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.25.2011 @ 7:51 pm

He failed me: like so many times before, he gave up. When a mutual friend moved in, he backed off; when I moved far away, he took distance as defeat; he failed me, by making me feel I was never worth trying for, he failed me.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.24.2011 @ 7:13 pm

We had history together– but not in a conventional way. You see, he was always in the background of my life. We’d be at the same bonfires and parties of mutual friends, played frisbee with the same group, worked at the same movie theater– but it was better that way. We were comfortable with each other, and then what came out of that was slow blossomed and beautiful.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.23.2011 @ 2:08 pm

In yoga it is believed that you not only store intelligence in your brain, but in every cell of your body. We are made up of highly intelligent living cells– therefore, we eat, speak, breathe intelligence.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.21.2011 @ 12:16 pm

I held him in my arms for the last time, knowing he was no longer mine, knowing this embrace meant more to me than it meant to him. He held me out of courtesy, and I held on as tightly as I could, knowing he had already slipped far away.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.19.2011 @ 2:10 pm

Whether it’s fact or faith, our happiness is based on belief. If we have confidence in our beliefs, it makes no difference in the end if you were right or wrong.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.18.2011 @ 2:17 pm

I wonder what it’ll be like when I go back– will things be the same? I can’t imagine that time stood still, like my home was preserved as a state of mind, as if waiting for my return. Life surely went on, people surely have changed– but still, I wonder.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.17.2011 @ 12:17 pm

Her smile was different. When she spread her lips, and revealed her teeth, the left corner of her mouth rounded up slightly more than the right, her lower lip stretched across her palet, unarched and her eyes wrinkled up on the sides as her full face gave way to her emotions.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.16.2011 @ 11:14 am

He was coming on the train, and I was waiting. It was surreal, being in the station, among all the other people with their other stories. People reunited: a dad picked his daughter up and put her on his shoulder, a husband and wife brought their heads together and held one another soulfully when the met at the gateway doors– but I was still waiting for my traveler. I wondered how our encounter would be– a story like the others.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.15.2011 @ 2:19 pm

He embraced me and everything about it was warm. My head on his chest, I felt his heart beating for me, I felt his chin on the top of my head bringing me in closer. For a moment everything lined up. I was in his arms and he wanted me there. He engulfed me and it was beautiful.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.13.2011 @ 9:02 pm

He was once my beloved. I waited for him. To make up his mind. And sometimes I was his, and sometimes I wasn’t. I gave him so much of my time. But I can’t wait anymore. I can’t wait for him to be certain. Because others will be, and that’s what I deserve. Yes, he was different, but that isn’t always enough to put life on hold.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.12.2011 @ 11:51 pm

At every occasion we are ready for the funeral… what a bleak lyric. I’ve never been to a funeral– I’ve actually never lost anybody close. I like to think the small emotional things that happen to me are for a reason– to prepare me for something a worse.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.11.2011 @ 2:28 pm

I love to rise with the sun– oh my lanta do I love it– yet I feel like more often than not I sleep until noon. I wish I didn’t. I wish I could wake up and feel the morning breeze– in yoga that’s when the energy is the richest and I really like that idea. I like being awake with the day, but I’m trapped by my stupid habits.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.10.2011 @ 10:47 pm

I makes me so happy to be a teacher– a yoga teacher that is. To realize that I have the opportunity to sculpt people’s mindsets, how they feel about themselves and how they interpret the world; to know for 75 minutes they’re willing to let me in, to help them, to share with them what I’ve drawn in– that’s a beautiful thing.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.09.2011 @ 1:48 pm

Corners, some people flock to them like safe zones– but why? I need to be free, I need to know that possibilities come flowing from all direction. I guess it’s safety, I guess it’s security– but what is life without danger? What is there to boast about convention and routine? I don’t ever want to be safe. I don’t even want to be cornered into my own bubble.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.08.2011 @ 9:08 pm

People hide here; go away into the safe zone. They trap themselves. Why do people want to be trapped? But that’s just how I see it. I guess it’s a seclusion thing. I guess it’s the idea of knowing your surrounded, protected. I need open spaces, I need to be free. I need to know that possibilities come from everywhere.

Posted By Lauren G On 06.08.2011 @ 9:06 pm