Sun Salutations for Comments

So, if I didn't completely put you off by describing my utter self-absorption during the month of May, I would like to take a moment to share another of my quirky neuroses.

Normally, I like to think of myself as a self sufficient person, unaffected by the opinions of people around me (hey, even the underwear oracle says so), but at other times I realize how completely and utterly needy I am.

Anyone who reads this blog regularly (or knows me in real life) has probably noticed many contradictions in the things I say, so this should not be surprising to you. I believe that this is because I'm a Gemini. Not only is my sun sign in Gemini, but my moon and at least one of the other planets are as well. This, you may or may not realize, makes me more of a Gemini than most Geminis.

Slightly Off Topic Tangent- whenever I start speaking like this, Jeff will mention something along the lines of, "Ohhh, you're talking about pretend things."

Whatever. Just know that if you had the same thought, I don't hold it against you and you needn't hold it against me. Jeff and I have managed to work out a peaceable arrangement in which he doesn't believe the same things that I believe in, but knows that it makes me the woman he loves and so he's glad that I believe the things I do.

Anyway, back to Geminis. That is the sign of the twin, and I think of it as polar opposites living in the same person. Apparently, most people are not able to (or don't want to) live with more than one absolute reality, which I believe is very closed minded of them.*

It is possible for me to, say, not give a crap what people think about some things (my parenting skills, my hair, my body, my house, my blog) and then be in total need of reassurance when it comes to other things (my parenting skills, my hair, my body, my house, my blog).

I've been wondering why it is that I have over 200 subscribers (according to Feedburner) yet only get a handful of comments per post. And I know that I've got a lot of family that read this regularly. They occasionally send me their responses via email, which is something that I give them immense grief over ("Go back and write that on my site" I tell them, or sometimes I simply copy their words in myself). One day Jeff's cousin in Canada even mentioned to him that I'd put up an interesting post (it was his ball poem). Debbie, I can't believe you didn't have something to say about that one, but then again, I could see how it would leave you speechless.

I would like to think that the lack of comments is not due to the quality of the posts, but more because you all don't feel that you have anything to add. And since I've recently experienced wild up and down swings when it comes to my motivation to write here and because the number of comments definitely help with the motivation, I thought I'd try something new.


(This lovely picture was taken by Flickr user Bosquetango.)

For the month of September I will do one sun salutation (it's a yoga vinyasa) for each comment that anybody leaves on this blog. It can be on any post, from any time. And it doesn't matter if what you have to say is funny or informative or even relevant. Just let me know you stopped by to read it. I know I've got a lot of lurkers (the stats tell me) so come out and introduce yourself. (The fine print- I will match each comment, one per person, per post. None of this one word per comment, take ten comments to make one sentence malarkey. Yes, I know who I'm dealing with here.)

In case you're wondering why I've chosen to do sun salutations, it's because I've been inspired by the Global Mala Project, in which yogis all over the world join together to do 108 sun salutations in a row. Maybe if I start training now, I'll be ready by next year.

Happy Yoga Month everyone! (And, come on, don't leave me hangin here.)

*Gandhi once said ”Constant development is the law of life, and a man who always tries to maintain his dogmas in order to appear consistent drives himself into a false position.” Take that, people who always believe the same thing day after day after day.