"advice" for women...

So, here is my question, if I followed all of the advice us women were given for vitamins, creams, supplements, work out regimens, clothing and diets, what would my life be like? How much money would I spend and would it make me happier? How could I get some form of a sponsor to pay for me to follow one form of advice a day from a newsletter. I would love to do this. Even if I end up taking 30 vitamins and joining 40 gyms and wearing pounds of make up, I would just love to prove how much junk we are fed.

This all comes from a morning of filtering my newsletters. Yoga journals, Chatelaine, New York Times, Eat well, LinkedIn, you name it. It is toxic and doesn't stop! I've realized how much time I've wasted reading propaganda and lies which are disguised as advice. Why not just eat well, be active and be healthy rather than being self conscious, scared and potentially in debt. 

I know men are bombarded as well.

I am going to think some more about this. I think it is an interesting idea. 

Chick Pea

The Besnard Lakes

The complete state of being zoned out that I experience when seeing The Besnard Lakes is something I wish I could make a pill out of. They are rough but beautiful and I was so excited to see them in Paris.

 I went to my regular Bikram yoga class, after a few adjustments from an osteopath, and I have no idea what happened but in Cobra pose, something popped and I felt like I was going through intense withdrawal after a 20 year addiction. I felt paralyzed and sick. And so, I clearly couldn't make it out to see them play. So so so upset. 

I can only look at that experience as something good. Whether it will advance my yoga, or was a burst of energy and something unlocking, or deep down in my heart of hearts, it was my body speaking to me and reaffirming some thoughts I've had lately. We will see.

Anyways, in the meantime, I will continue to look forward to my next Besnard Lakes show and I suggest you all check out their new record, and old stuff!

http://www.thebesnardlakes.com/

Sweet listening,

Pippa