I guess I just realized when I was hanging out with the penis-flowers (see the picture) that through the process of blogging I had come to see a clearer picture of what I write.
Since I taught my first yoga class I have often read poetry to classes. And more and more I find myself sharing my own poetic nature on this blog.
My earlier title: Yoga, the Mind, and Culture, An earnest inquiry into yoga through the filters of study, practice, and personal experience, was intended to allow space for me to explore whatever I wanted to yoga-wise. I have since realized that it doesn't seem to fit me: Brooks Hall, and what I am doing here, as well as it could. The old title smacks of scientific reductionism and clinical study for me, but it did its intended job well by inviting me to talk about yoga.
So I've been going through a process of creating a new title and found this one: Yogic Muse, Yoga philosophy and poetic inspiration from the heart of a creative yogi. It seems to fit! I intend to continue to write about yoga philosophy, natural inspiration, and yoga as I see it in all its manifestations. So in some ways nothing is changing. But what I want to reveal is my playfulness, my aliveness, my inner beauty, and ecstatic appreciation for the gift of yoga.
And what do the penis-flowers have to do with it? Nothing really. I just thought they were really neat and visually inspiring.
