Tempting to blame it on the sleeveless, leather top and other perfect apparel; But the men could have been wearing potato sacks in 1992, and we’d still be swooning 27 years later.

With my last yoga practice, over a week ago, I made two mistakes.
One was to even have a yoga practice, even though it was already 11 PM and I knew I would want to write about it as well.
This resulted in going to bed at 4 AM.
Yes I had done my yoga, and nourished the soul by writing about it.
I had also completely wrecked my biorhythm.
And the second mistake was that I was doing yoga listening to a Bon Jovi concert on YouTube, on my phone. And  accidentally looked at the screen mid-practice.
I was immediately hooked and couldn’t put it down anymore.
In my defense: It was sleeveless-Jon.
Someone who rarely gets a No from anybody regarding anything, and this was no exception. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and
finished my practice placing the phone on strategic places watching the show, as I went through the moves.
You can read about this first time doing yoga while watching a concert here.
I learned from the first mistake, in the sense that I now
didn’t practice yoga at midnight anymore. In fact I didn’t practice it at all.
But it was time well spent.
After I got over the initial crankiness that I had lost my yoga practice yet again, I realized that this was something to learn from.
Obviously, I was still holding back.
Even though I had invented Rock Star Yoga – a method where you design a self-practice based on who you really are and what you really like to do – I was not hurrying to my mat the way I hurry to my computer to write out a story that I have in my head.
I wasn’t spending every waking minute on my yoga mat, the way I watch Nikki Sixx interviews on YouTube while doing the dishes.
Soon after my 4 AM yoga bender, yoga dropped off the list of Things I Really Wanna Do, where Nikki Sixx now dominated place 1, 2 and 3.
Even Jon was, for a day or four, nowhere to be found, although I still listened to Bon Jovi music.
But my personal obsession with him was definitely less prone, and I knew this also kept me from going back to my yoga mat.
Because my entire yoga practice (so far) was based on listening to Bon Jovi during yoga because I was in love with Jon this worked really well.
Now that I was in love with Nikki Sixx, things had come to a halt.
My own homemade Rock Star Yoga, which I was sure would inspire me for the next 20 years, just like Madonna had gotten me through the first two decades,
vanished the moment Nikki Sixx entered my heart.
It’s a long story how he got there but he was there now, and I spent the week largely writing about Nikki Sixx, and all the sexual feelings he stirred up.
I did this for my other account, my pen name, and this is what did get me up every morning, hungry to start writing.
This was where the lesson was learned.
Because unlike other yoga teachers, I do not believe that doing yoga should be a discipline. Something that you may feel like doing one day, and maybe not the next; But that it supposedly doesn’t matter because you have discipline, and you do it anyway.
Yoga is like writing.
Yoga is like sex.
The only correct way to do yoga is if you just can’t NOT do it. If you don’t care how many appointments you have to cancel, how many hours of sleep you have to miss. If the thought of not doing it is simply unbearable because you just want it so badly.
Until you feel that?
You re trying to make things happen, and it’s not Rock Star Yoga.
So it became clear to me, that the key was in how much liberty I gave myself in writing, versus how restrictive I was when it came to this account.
As long as I hold back even 1%? It’s not going to work.
If I don’t give myself permission to switch my affection from Jon Bon Jovi to Nikki Sixx, because it “messes up this site”?
It’s not gonna work.
If I don’t give myself permission to share here, exactly how much these men mean to me, and that I need to be in love in order to want to live?
It’s not gonna work.
Anything I downplay, fluff up, hide, pretend, is going to result in Rock Star Yoga not being as much fun as writing whatever I want – and in Rock Star Yoga not being done.
There really is only ONE way to do yoga!
The way I want it, when I want it, and how I want it.
And this may change every day, just like my writing under my pen name changes every day.
I cannot afford to hold judgement over whether or not it’s a bad thing that I watch the screen/ watch Jon Bon Jovi as I practice or not.
Tonight’s practice, with a 80 minute video A Night With Bon Jovi (1992, MTV) started out not looking at the screen.
But then there was a behind the scenes intermezzo, and I just couldn’t contain myself and had to watch.
I saw sleeveless Jon.
And poof! Gone I was!
Hooked to watching.
But this time I was no longer ashamed. I was grateful. So grateful to live in this age of technology, and free concerts to watch. Grateful that I could watch this band in their prime, and let their zest for life infuse my practice.
Over the years I ve studied at least four yoga lineages, who help women to stay young and their sexual organs healthy.
One of them is even officially called:
Hormone yoga.
These yoga methods for women’s health are legit, perhaps even evidence based. If you teach them or practice them you belong with the Pros. The people who take yoga seriously.
Rock Star Yoga is about letting all of that go.
If you want to start living a life that sets you on fire, you have to stop distinguishing between what’s so called good, and what’s so called the bad way to do it.
You have to embrace what YOU love.
Not the soulless, lifeless version what everybody else says you should be doing to stay young and fit and healthy.
Look for the overwhelming desire to do it, or as Charles Bukowski said on writing:
“If it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.”
“if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.”

Don’t do yoga unless it roars and comes bursting out of you.


yoga log Sunday August 4:
80 minutes standing poses, seated, lying down
video: An Evening with Bon Jovi (1992) 
(set list in description box video)
Fever is at 47 minutes

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