Yoga causes cancer.

Just kidding. Well, it does seem that everything causes cancer and that everyone has cancer or has a family member that’s had it.

I think its so interesting/ironic that I finally delved into my personal yoga practice, that I found a community of yogis/yoginis…and that’s the moment when I was “afflicted”. Well, they say, the closer you get to reality/the truth/God/the universe, the more obstacles pop up. And my obstacle is tremendous! Enlightenment is probably a few years/months/days away.

And I was reading about Hodgkin’s disease. Apparently, (according to an array of scientific studies) it is not connected to lifestyle. The only thing they can connect it to is the Epstein Barr virus. Which has something to do with having mono or what happens when mono is not treated. So…that makes me wonder. Where oh where did this little cancer come from? There’s no cancer in my family.

It must be karma. It must be a burning off of my past actions. A reaction to something that happened to me in another life. Or not.

Louise Hay (the author of You can heal your life) says that the cause of Hodgkin’s lymphoma is “blame and tremendous fear of not being good enough. A frantic race to prove one’s self until the blood has no substance left to support itself. The joy of life is forgotten in the race for acceptance.”

Huh. In some ways, I relate to that. In some ways, I do not. I have done so much soul-searching in the past couple years, that I don’t really feel that way about myself or my surroundings anymore. Yes, it is something that I have struggled with…being the coolest (or not feeling cool enough), being the most interesting, the most creative…its funny, though. I don’t really compare myself to others. I am just hard on myself.  Or I have been. Something to ponder.

Last night I spoke to Julie. We were best friends in high school. She makes me laugh like no other. The girl is a comic genius. At least I think so. It was wonderful talking to her. And it made me miss her more than I thought I did. If only, we could hang out! Like the old days…oh well, I’m not in Miami.

And that’s my bit for the day. I have no idea who reads this. I know that people do, because it says so in my blog stats. I hope that its enjoyable…funny…at least entertaining. I find it therapeutic. (Even though, there are things that I would like to write about, but I have decided not to, because I don’t know who reads this…I have never restricted myself in this way before now. Does that mean I’m growing up? No! I hope not.)

And with that, I say Adieu…or good bye..

peace.