Remember Parliament?Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk Tear the roof off the mutha,
Tear the roof off the sucka,
Tear the roof off the mother.
Brilliant. That song is 9 min. 3 sec. I need 3 minutes of brilliance this fall during the Mid-Atlantic Asana Championships in Richmond, Virginia. I'm trying...
10 to 15 a day.
That's me.
10 to 15 a day.
(That's not me. I wish.)
I'm going for it. I love me some funk. Funk in the Bikram room. Funk in my pelvis, right behind my belly button. Funk that makes me ageless, timeless, fearless, joint and boneless but never, NEVER spineless. The funk is in the gelatinous fluid inside the vertebrae. It is shear and utter freedom and I am there. I am tearing the roof off the mother as I get stronger, funkier and ultimately happier. My Bikram and Hatha Yoga brethren are there too and I couldn't be more excited. We don't compete against each other we work with each other to find it, touch it, smell it, eat it, love it. That funk. On the other side of the roof. Tear it off!
What's your ceiling?
1 comment:
You must have just watched Glee. If you didn't that's really weird. It was all about funk tonight. Enjoy your funky self.
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