Wholistic Fitness

oh, it’s the same ol’ LA Love Song
that i’ve been bewitched by before…

before in fact, with such Force
that i’ve left no less than two spiritual cairns
– once in the eighties and once in the uh, 2000’sthies –
in this amazingly, seductive, sexy vortex.

i am sorry…did i imply just then that LA
is a…well you know…a…
LOWER CHAKRA town?

NO!~
YOU DON’T SAY…

why yes.
i do say.
and i say; ilg LOVES LA~

***

six relatively luscious hours
on my Car Pilgrimage from Flag to here.

by ‘here’ i mean
our delicious little NoHo apartment
nested birdlike over the Theatre District.

in fact, i’ve been in this bird nest during
earthquakes and i’m here to tell ya;
she SWAAyyyAAAssssss like one!

the six hours of Long Distance Driving Practice:

• absolutely no music…not even ‘intellectual’ or ‘dharma’ or ‘kirtan’ DVD’s allowed.
• no shoes (gas station stoppage exempt)
• mandatory reliance upon (listed in order of Priority:)
1) Mantra
2) Mula Bandha
3) Ujjayi, and
4) Nadi Shodhana as needed*

i arrive in LA at 2 am; the best time for whizzing around on the freeway system which works like a charm at, well, 2 am!

my Hollywood off ramp is under construction…a bit of a detour on my fatigued self…then, the Academy Village – the apartment complex in which we live – changed its electronic locks since i was here last. i had to wait around in the underground parking lot to hop on the elevator…and my opportunity came via a hooooooooochy-momma who,
quite frankly, scared me as she kept looking me over…ah, it’s good to be back…

STARBUCKS @ 8:00 am.
i see my first celebrity within 30 minutes.
here at the Lankershim/Magnolia STARBUCKS the industry people flock like flies to you know what.
my old friends are still here; Mr. Wonderful and Jeff The Comedian.
Palm trees, pavement, sirens, and the women….oh, the women…wow. everywhere.
so nice is everyone; the LA Vibe seems recession proof once again.
skilled are these people in conversation; fast, sure, confident to the borders of arrogance.
so well coifed.
so well heeled.
did i mention the women?

i attempt to get my Kawaskai z1000 started after several months of non-use.
ultra sport bikes do NOT like to be un-used.
i am paying dearly for it.
after attempting to push start “Sukhavarti” 8x down and back up the Underground parking ramp,
i’m so tired that i think i’ll dump her if i try pushing her up the ramp any more.
call Triple-A.
battery won’t hold charge.
tow it to the shop.
in LA without my motorcycle.
that to me is a Hell Realm.

to the pool…oh the sun…i flirt with two gorgeous girls from Scottsdale, AZ…
i flirt with them because, well, i still can. at my age, that’s saying something.
i don’t know exactly WHAT it’s saying however,
as a WF Yogin, the Duty is to drop in to Any One
From Any Age
From Any Walk Of Life
befriend them,
and insert the Dharma with as much Skillfulness as possible.

dat’s my SvaDharma…

after a dog paddle in the pool and some more ray-snabbing,
i drive to Ventura Blvd to get my haircut for Teaching tomorrow…
can’t be sportin’ no “hick town haircut” for my Big City Sangha!
play the role impeccably; ilg.
go get your haircut.
by Migy.
short for Miguel.
cute, cute, cute.
25 years old.
a professional male belly dancer, he tells me with his El Salvador accent.
hmmmmm, i thought, a Male Belly Dancer. he must know something about Mula Bandha.
so, after a few parries and more flirting,
i query him about Mula Bandha.
he looks bewildered.
he offers me nothing in the way of insight about movement from the core…
“i just feel it and do it,” he winks at me, scissors in hand, as he sashays his groin in the mirror for me..

i ain’t in Flagstaff any longer…

i ask him if he does Private Belly Dancing Lessons...”it’s for my yoga teaching development,’
i smile at him.

‘you’re cute for an old guy,” he informs me,
“and i mean in that in a really good way,” he affirmed.
phew!
first afternoon in LA and i get a date!
so what if it’s with a gay professional male belly dancer…

i needed grounding after my haircut.

so, i went to the lower section of the mall and did what any other WF Warrior would
do when desperate for grounding:
i got my toes done.

seated next to me and all around me?
…oh…the women of LA…
more fatiguing flirting as my toes wrinkled in the sensual heat of the foot rub
afforded to me by my very becoming manicurist.

i’ve not spoken this many words all winter…

back in the land of the Beautiful People and Bombproof Happiness; however it is attained.

free to be Whoever You Choose To Be…
without being judged; that’s LA.
and that’s great.

i get back home and feel fatigued in that Big City Way
i recall from my past years of living here…
the palms,
the pavement,
the sirens…

sleep comes fast…
i must Teach tomorrow…

* when Pingala or Ida begin to manifest the
energetic Shift from normal human gait energy to nearly 80 mph gait energy for several hours, i
use Nadi Shodhana to re-equalize the nostril/nadic flow… driving, and worse; airplane riding does a number on the Chakral Fields and Vayus. the wise yogi does his or her best to stay on top of these subtle, anatomical shifts. see my DL on Jet Lag Anti-Venom.