Visit from the blogging monster

I woke up this morning far too early with a blog inside my head.

Blog blog blog, it shouted.

But I don’t want to blog! I can’t stand the thought of even one more minute on the computer!

It was very annoying and wouldn’t go away.

Blog blog blog – it persisted.

Them Mick Jagger started yelling at me…

“Please allow me to introduce myself...” (what song was that from?)

Shut up Mick – I want to go back to sleep!

“Please allow me…”

Oh all right then! Just shut up!

I will blog, even though I do not have a clue where to do it, who on earth would want to read it and how it may help.

I will blog. Just let me get back to sleep!

So here it is…

And to appease Mick – I am Julia Tindall, 53 years old, yoga and tantra teacher, resident of Sacramento, California but a Brit originally, newly single and writing a book with the working title, “ My Galapagos – a Woman’s Evolution.”

This book takes a look at the drama of my thirties and contrasts it with the menopausal years of my fifties. Who am I now, as the body changes; what gifts are there to be acknowledged and explored? And how can I live with my life with the vitality and curiosity of my younger days without compromising my wise, authentic self? In the book I look back at some of the events that shaped me in my thirties and then jump into present time with a trip (next February 2012) to Galapagos and Ecuador where I intend to travel as an independent adventurous traveler as I did in my thirties.

Yes it’s a little “Eat, Pray, Love-ish”, set in South America, but my tale has a different twist and invites a different style of inquiry. It’s funnier too.

But here is the problem. I do not consider myself a writer. I have written 2 other books but they are jnana yoga (self-inquiry) books of the self-help variety, not a story like this one, autobiographical in nature.

Now that Elizabeth Gilbert – she can write. And I admit it – she did inspire me to put pen to paper,,. wait – we don’t do that anymore – I mean whip out my keyboard and start typing – as I felt I had a more interesting story to tell and it spans not just the period of time from my romance addicted and eventually disillusioned thirties but jumps into the challenge of menopause and embraces the fabulous fifties. Oh and takes place in exotic destinations and involves lots of hot, juicy guys. And the odd bearded yogi.

So can you help? Would you be willing to offer suggestions, feedback, comments, questions as I go here?

Galapagos has been on my bucket list for quite some time and just in case the world implodes on Dec 21^st 2012 I thought I’d better see it now.

But before I go, I will be filling you all in on some back story. How I ended up living in America by meeting a blind guy with a pair of shorts to his name on a beach in Mexico; how I transformed from Real Estate Agent into Spiritual Teacher; how the scary bearded yogi found me when I was shattered into many little pieces and put humpty back together again….

I’m sure there’s more but it’s still early and that’s all I can think of for now.

Finally that BLOG noise in my head has quietened down. Think I’ll try and go back to sleep….

julia tindall

www.juliatindall.com

Copyright Julia Tindall July 2011.