Yoga Sculpting Us For A Bigger Version Of Ourselves: Core Power Yoga: San Francisco, CA: October 3, 2019

Hanging on to my little maltese Star for dear life. Dogs and yoga are my favorite stress busters.

Rough. It’s been a rough ride this tour, starting with a false start and David having more throat mischief. In addition to the usual rigamarole of the tour life, I wake up every morning and even sometimes in the middle of the night wondering…is he going to feel good enough to sing? I’m overreacting. I’m way more nervous than what the situation calls, but I can’t help myself. Whatever this is that’s causing his acid reflux, and the doctors indicate there’s nothing sinister, it is unpredictable. And this daily dose is spicy. While we’re doing everything we can to sleuth our way to a permanent healing. These things take time.

Meanwhile we carry on, literally doing the best we can with what we’ve got. Which is all we really can do anyway besides be in a bad mood. And that never feels good or useful.

We landed in San Francisco amidst extra heavy baggage, a few things have gone wrong at a level above my pay grade, as they say, but to mix metaphors, on the other hand, the buck stops here. If I’d been watching our watchers more carefully I would have noticed some things mishandled. So now on top of everything else I’ve loaded on shame and guilt.

My whole body buzzes with stress; I haven’t been able to make it to nearly as much yoga as I have on other tours and today, it was my tippy top priority. As soon as we landed at our venue, the magnificent Palace of Fine Arts, I located the closest studio, whipped together the VIP packets and merch table set up, then quick as lightening ran a mile to yoga, hair on fire. What I really wanted was a slow, deep stretch but what was available was a class called Yoga Sculpt, a cross between a barre and a power yoga class. It was hard, and took way more energy than I even thought I had in me. I laughed out loud as I removed my sweaty tennis shoes. The universe has other plans.

I loved this class. I felt like a million dollars after all that hard work. And the feeling of being surprised delighted almost as much as I loved how my body felt.

All yoga sculpts us. Live sculpts us in ways we can’t even fathom coming up on our own. It’s not so much what happens, the yogis remind us, it’s how we act. I try to remember this long day in and out while on tour, when things don’t go my way, and it’s the norm that things don’t go my way. And while it’s not usually my jam, I found today fighting fire with fire gave me just the right medicine to set my heart ablaze and actually enjoy our short evening in one of my favorite cities.

Health, Love, and Rock N Roll