Tales of A teenage Yogini, Rebirth

My Sweet Gertrude, being cute as usual. 

As those of you who check my blog surely know I have not been writing of late. Now, in the car, driving to Richmond, Virginia (about 8:42 PM I begin my tall once again). I have spent the summer working and interning, preparing for what I hope to be a year old fun, adventure, and growth in ways that a formal education cannot push you. I am not yet sure of my plans for the whole year yet, decisions have to be made and outcomes weighed.

     One reason I have not been writing lately is that I haven't felt very much like a 'yogini' lately as the name of my blog says, and therefore have not felt qualified to write in this forum. I still don't feel exactly like one, but after doing a little musing within my mind (although for spiritual practices I suppose that in itself isn't the best) and have come to two conclusions. The first of these is that in a strange and roundabout way everything I do it spiritual. Well, from my perspective, see when I was 14 and did LBE. Swamiji said that I was his specimen, and while I have not been the best... what ever you want to call it on that path, and have very much delved into the American teenage lifestyle (at least that of one obsessed his government, film, theater, and band) technically, if I was Swamiji's specimen, that is all part of the experience... at least that is how I have decided to look at it.

Furthermore, and nearly connected to this, when decided if the gap year plan was for me I actually asked Kalaabhriva, or Swamiji at the conclusion of my LBE program back in... was it February? I don't exactly remember. Anyway, he said that traveling the world was the best plan for me. If he said that from a place of consciousness then I can only assume that traveling the world (which regardless of my precise plans I will do.) will be in a sense a spiritual practice and therefore keep me in my teenage yogini state.

     SO: what this brings me to is I will not abandon this sweet little blog, I shall continue to write, mostly for myself, and for inspiration and entertainment to others I hope. This is the Tale of The Teenage Yogini, and the teenage yogini will continue to tell her tales.

And now we have reached our hotel, and I must go!