Last installment of the Dave romance...beginning!

This is my last post about the Dave romance.
Don't worry - it's all going very well thank you - it's just that I am about to leave for Ecuador on Wednesday and want to get back to writing about the theme of the book.. I just took a little romantic detour, that's all!

And there are a lot of you secret blog readers out there it seems, who want more of Dave's point of view!
So here is the rest...if it doesn't touch your heart then I don't know what would!

another deep breath from me..

Dave writes:

The Group...
My move? Really? She actually granted that kind of licence? Amazing. I played it cool and suggested a few openings in my schedule and played it brave and mentioned my plan to go to Wilbur Hot Springs for a soak later in the week.

Her response was a very clear invitation to join her Yoga Circle held every Tuesday night and to see her in action. I was honored and really wanted to come and it just seemed like the right thing to do. I inquired about what to say to the "how do you know Julia" question which had already been thrown at me on Massage Night by an arriving friend who needed comfort. She answered with integrity. "Just tell them we have had a couple dates". Simple. In the mean time our email chats flowed.


I arrived to her Tuesday group not knowing what to expect and also knowing it was the perfect place for me. She greeted me warmly and I figured out right away that she wasn't going to hide the fact that she liked me in front of her friends and clients. This is really such an honoring thing for a new person in someone's radar and I was overjoyed. The group was dynamic and amazing and I soaked it up. She's a great teacher and leader and I would be a fool not to recognize that she was now my teacher.

Can I date my teacher? Sure. Of course. I need great teachers and can separate the two. It's not like some Van Halen song or teen boy fantasy. I just think a man has to recognize the idea that a woman who needs to be honored in her majesty can be without the man's loss of ego. This is really one of those things I don't get. Julia Tindall is damn good at what she does and I could learn from that. Romantic possibilites inside, aside, upside down, this is a truth.


Maybe she knew it and maybe she just did it, but Julia did two things to seal the deal with me on that particular point. First, as the group got into circle, she made a place for me right next to her. As a new guest, I felt welcomed. As a potential "man", I felt special. My energy soared. Second, after the final Om's, she came and sat next to me and put her arm around me. I had seen her be affectionate with others, but in this instance, it was more than that. She claimed me. Marked her territory. Showed everyone in the room that I was important to her. My fragile male ego drew immediate strength from this. I was to be counted. I mattered. And I'll tell you, that, ladies, is how to win a man. Win. Win. Win. I was high as Everest Base Camp in that moment and "warm glow" just doesn't cut it for explanations. I spent time meeting and talking with others and as this happened, I always felt her eyes on me. Checking on me. She would breeze by and touch me. Perfection.


As people left, she made sure that I knew I was to stay and once the last person closed the door we fell, nay we nearly leapt onto her Magic Couch and melted into each other's arms. Moments later our lips found what I knew I desired (and as it turns out so did she) and I was kissed the kiss of a lifetime. Just writing about it turns me into a shivering yarn ball of nerve endings. That kiss, the most perfect of my 45 years on the human stage was so very potent in meaning and depth that whatever pain I had over relationships past went headlong into the void never to be returned. My friend, if you are reading this and have not been healed by a kiss, I feel for you. It can not be better.


There were words exchanged. Some fool effort to try to get me to see her flaws. I was having none of it. The Divine will tell of what I an not to judge, not her. And we kissed, for hours that night, well into the wee predawn of the following morning and I knew then that regardless of how or what the future were to bring, my life had just changed. Forever. It's not a sappy Fabio covered book. It's the ultimate desire of my heart to have real and spectacular romance.


Here, with this small woman of gigantic power it came when least expected and most needed.

Sea-lion inspiration

So here it is - the prelude for the book!

I should tell you all this is real – I am not making it up. It’s exactly what happened on that day at that time. I really did get inspired….

More will follow shortly...

Prelude

Dateline: March 23rd, 2011…Sea of Cortez, Mexico

It all began with the sea-lions. As our boat approached their colony in the Sea of Cortez, Mexico, the young ones jumped excitedly off the rocks and swam out to greet us, heads popping up out of the water to see who had come to play with them today. I donned wetsuit, snorkel and mask and jumped in. Holy schmolly!! That water was cold enough to freeze the tail off a donkey! Heart beating rapidly but undeterred, I gamely swam towards one of the pups. He brushed past me, twirling and swirling around with grace and joy. Then another one joined us, actually nudging me with its nose, begging my participation in his aquatic antics.

I was having SUCH fun .. until I saw a much bigger, no... make that enormous monster of a sea-lion swim rapidly towards me, mouth open, teeth bared! You can’t open your mouth and scream under water as your snorkel falls out of your mouth. Instead, adrenaline kicked in and I swam back to the boat as fast as I could, so as not to invade the big guy’s territory any more than I had already. He didn’t come after me, just swam away. But I had had my experience, and teeth chattering with cold, was happy to call it a day and climb back in the boat.

It was at that moment that I received the inspiration for this book. I cannot say it was necessarily the sea-lions themselves that gave it to me. More likely it sprung from that intensely alive, joyful feeling that was like a life-blood coursing through my veins, a sense of “can-do”, anything is possible, “it's-never-too-late” kind of feeling. And the conversation I had had two nights ago under the stars with Mike and Alice came flooding back, crystal clear in my mind with the message attached... “Yes, you WILL go to Galapagos. And you will write about the experience. And discover more about being a 50-something newly single woman with a still insatiable curiosity about the world.”

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.