I love me some rhythm and blues. I took an African Dance class in college where we learned the tribal skill of making love to the earth by reaching low with our hips and pouncing up with our leg strength. I think they call them squats now.
Anyway, if I could sing AT ALL I would grind it out from my soul to my extremities telling stories, scant singing all to the pulsation of a low bass. Sing to me sisters and brothers! Reggae, islands, and poetry are some of my favorite things. I wish this were me:
This the the best song for summer. 96 degrees in the shade
Real hot in the shade. (Third World) On Sunday it was 108 degrees with 50% humidity in the hot room. Real hot in the room. Bikram Yoga is NEVER easy but some days are better than others. There have now been 2 times true panic has set in for me. Claustrophobia, suffocating sensation where I wanted to leave The Room and give up. And yet, I didn’t. That is what keeps me coming back in the most oppressive of conditions in The Room. My African sisters and brothers kept coming back time and time again in the most oppressive of social conditions to improve, progress and liberate their souls. They still do. And they still are. We can then use that inspiration to keep coming back to the mat, keeping lacing up your shoes and keep loving our lives. True peace comes from within you not the space you occupy or the thing you do. It comes even when it’s 96 degrees in the shade.
I wish this were me:
This is more like it:
It just needs to be 108 in the shade. Sing it!
What inspires you?