1. Song of the day - "No Cars Go (Arcade Fire Cover)", Maxence Cyrin.
I've never cried during yoga.
Thank goodness it wasn't weeping and sniffles. That would have been bad.
I don't cry readily in to begin with. When Eddie my fish died, injuries, bad news about friends and family - there was shock yes, but tears just aren't me.
However, when I feel something, perhaps and emotion or moment that I know is connected to something so much bigger than my world or me, that watery tear peeks her head out.
This has really, really happened once, when I was dancing my modern dance solo in 2006. I remember the way the lights shown on me, the dress I wore, looking to the audience and realizing that I wasn't going blind, but my eyes were glazed over. For me, that was a moment of pure rawness as an artist and human being, and I have strived for that tool to help elude that emotion creatively since then.
However, it's not all fun. Crying never is, unless it's because of laughter.