House of Curiosity...

I went to my first Yoga class ever, what a fascinating experience! The first request was to take off our shoes, because we need to divert the energy to the floor. The music started, it was very soothing, the instructor asked us to close our eyes and relax, and as we were in a peaceful state, she was inviting us to shift our focus from one millimeter of our bodies to the next. She asked us to do the same exercise after two intense hours of meditating and moving different muscles, all accompanied with the sensual music, and her very serene voice.

The difference between the before and after was that before, every single muscle that was the center of attention has “twitched” and after, I barely could keep myself from falling asleep! I was RELAXED. It was so cool to think of my body as independent parts, and give each one of the pieces my undivided attention.

I went home and picked a book called Memnoch the devil, an older book by Anne rice. Vampires stories are not my cup of tea, but since I have no other books at the moment, I thought what the heck. As I read the fist paragraph, I was captured! The sentence “ I saw him when he came through the front doors. Tall, solidly built, dark brown hair and eyes, skin still fairly dark because it had been dark when I’d made him a vampire. Walking a little too fast, but basically passing for a human being. My beloved David” took my breath away.

It triggered a restless feeling in my subconscious that haunted me through the night. I still don’t know where it came from, or why a vampirebook would create. Yoga escorted with a passionate and fervent love story was a startling combination for a night of bizarre dreams, with so much smoke and tribal music, vampires, weird costumes and people and events I don’t think about usually… I could not wait to wake up wanting to suck the information out of that book hoping to understand why.