15+ DAYS TO GROW SOME HAIR BACK !!!
When I said haircut, I wasn't kidding. And, neither was Khaled (my hair person for 10+ years, I'm sure).
I met Khaled not too long after moving to Salt Lake. After a few misses, I found a hair studio I enjoyed and began frequenting it, initially a young woman took care of my hair. She left, and I was left to make decisions. What to do? I called the studio one day, desperate for a haircut. The receptionist asked me how 'edgey' I was willing to go. 'Edgey?' Meaning, there was an opening with a young man who had come to Salt Lake from Italy. His clientele at that time was composed primarily of young women in the community who modeled. So, 'edgey'; as in, not mainstream.
Too long a story already, I accepted the appointment and have been loyally having Khaled take care of my hair ever since. Let's just say Khaled is thorough -- what might take someone 1/2 hour, takes him at least an hour. The result -- really great hair; this time, tho, it is SHORT!
As I write this, I am re-reading -- and wondering, is there a theme in here? Boy, it would be a stretch.
However, this story would fit in with my 'space' theme this week -- that of allowing space in our lives for the new and/or the different. The day I accepted the appointment, I let 'edgey' in the door. See what an impact it had on me? I've never forgotten the initial appointment conversation. And, while I don't always walk out the door of the hair salon thinking I look lovely; by the next day, I'm happy. I stay happy until about one week before another haircut is needed.
So, hair shorter, I'm getting ready to teach my 9 am class this morning. Then, I think I'll take in a yoga practice at Snowbird.
Hope you have a great weekend,
I met Khaled not too long after moving to Salt Lake. After a few misses, I found a hair studio I enjoyed and began frequenting it, initially a young woman took care of my hair. She left, and I was left to make decisions. What to do? I called the studio one day, desperate for a haircut. The receptionist asked me how 'edgey' I was willing to go. 'Edgey?' Meaning, there was an opening with a young man who had come to Salt Lake from Italy. His clientele at that time was composed primarily of young women in the community who modeled. So, 'edgey'; as in, not mainstream.
Too long a story already, I accepted the appointment and have been loyally having Khaled take care of my hair ever since. Let's just say Khaled is thorough -- what might take someone 1/2 hour, takes him at least an hour. The result -- really great hair; this time, tho, it is SHORT!
As I write this, I am re-reading -- and wondering, is there a theme in here? Boy, it would be a stretch.
However, this story would fit in with my 'space' theme this week -- that of allowing space in our lives for the new and/or the different. The day I accepted the appointment, I let 'edgey' in the door. See what an impact it had on me? I've never forgotten the initial appointment conversation. And, while I don't always walk out the door of the hair salon thinking I look lovely; by the next day, I'm happy. I stay happy until about one week before another haircut is needed.
So, hair shorter, I'm getting ready to teach my 9 am class this morning. Then, I think I'll take in a yoga practice at Snowbird.
Hope you have a great weekend,
16 DAYS - HEAR ME ROAR!
I am not quite sure what has happened over the past two days, but I feel much differently about stuff.
A slight change in family plans for my b-day celebration has lifted a weight -- instead of trying to have a big celebration while dealing with parent issues over Thanksgiving, we are going to move the celebration back a couple weeks and find a different venue. Yeah -- weight lifted.
Went to Wayne's class yesterday morning - felt strong. Not quite strong enough to kick up to the wall, but - when helped - I felt strong up there and even felt a moment (or two) of independence from the wall (WHOA !!!). Then, back to the mats, where he decided contortionism was 'di rigueur' for this practice. Hips opening more and more. Full lotus by myself close, so close (that's only happened once before, the time that John pushed and prodded, and I grinned, and there I was in the pose!).
No more pilates on Thursdays - I am sort of used to it by now, so a bit of withdrawal. I'll see Cindy on Monday, so - not to worry.
Taught at 4 - YogaHour. That class is catching on around the country -- I notice more and more studios doing it. For me, it takes a lot of pressure off of teaching. Not that I don't prepare or do a good job, just that it's more lighthearted than the full 90 minute class. Yesterday there were just 3 in class. Two young and flexible; one a bit older and coming back to the practice. Could almost see that downward spiral Christina has brought to my attention (I'm not worthy, what am I doing here) in action. But, I believe that one student is strong and logical thinking. Her comment as she left, "I just reminded myself that they are a BUNCH younger than I am." Good for her; standing in her light!
Then 5:45 - Yoga Specific. I've decided to change the focus of this class. The Yoga Specific was developed to teach different elements each week, and - hopefully - different instructors would volunteer. My belief is that this would benefit students; it's always been helpful for me to experience different teachers (so, why isn't it good for everyone?). Well, it hasn't worked out that way. First, no one else has volunteered to teach any of the classes, and I love the people who are regularly coming. A bunch of 'boomers', just like me. And, each week, I see more opening, more growth. LOVE IT. So, in December, I'm converting it to an Anusara-Inspired Level 1 class (chant & all), and I'll teach it. So there!
My theme this week - space, has evolved to be a real winner in my book. And, as I've taught each class this week, I see more languaging sneaking into my teaching correlating with the theme and heart quality (courage). Fun stuff!
So, today is Gentle Yoga at 10, then a haircut, then ??? The day is mine.
Hope you have a great Friday,
A slight change in family plans for my b-day celebration has lifted a weight -- instead of trying to have a big celebration while dealing with parent issues over Thanksgiving, we are going to move the celebration back a couple weeks and find a different venue. Yeah -- weight lifted.
Went to Wayne's class yesterday morning - felt strong. Not quite strong enough to kick up to the wall, but - when helped - I felt strong up there and even felt a moment (or two) of independence from the wall (WHOA !!!). Then, back to the mats, where he decided contortionism was 'di rigueur' for this practice. Hips opening more and more. Full lotus by myself close, so close (that's only happened once before, the time that John pushed and prodded, and I grinned, and there I was in the pose!).
No more pilates on Thursdays - I am sort of used to it by now, so a bit of withdrawal. I'll see Cindy on Monday, so - not to worry.
Taught at 4 - YogaHour. That class is catching on around the country -- I notice more and more studios doing it. For me, it takes a lot of pressure off of teaching. Not that I don't prepare or do a good job, just that it's more lighthearted than the full 90 minute class. Yesterday there were just 3 in class. Two young and flexible; one a bit older and coming back to the practice. Could almost see that downward spiral Christina has brought to my attention (I'm not worthy, what am I doing here) in action. But, I believe that one student is strong and logical thinking. Her comment as she left, "I just reminded myself that they are a BUNCH younger than I am." Good for her; standing in her light!
Then 5:45 - Yoga Specific. I've decided to change the focus of this class. The Yoga Specific was developed to teach different elements each week, and - hopefully - different instructors would volunteer. My belief is that this would benefit students; it's always been helpful for me to experience different teachers (so, why isn't it good for everyone?). Well, it hasn't worked out that way. First, no one else has volunteered to teach any of the classes, and I love the people who are regularly coming. A bunch of 'boomers', just like me. And, each week, I see more opening, more growth. LOVE IT. So, in December, I'm converting it to an Anusara-Inspired Level 1 class (chant & all), and I'll teach it. So there!
My theme this week - space, has evolved to be a real winner in my book. And, as I've taught each class this week, I see more languaging sneaking into my teaching correlating with the theme and heart quality (courage). Fun stuff!
So, today is Gentle Yoga at 10, then a haircut, then ??? The day is mine.
Hope you have a great Friday,
A FEW NOTES
Well, just 17 days. This day will be particularly memorable because, as always, I opened Facebook first. Found a comment from one of my students telling everyone (that's all my 87 friends plus however many she has) that she had attended Gentle Yoga class with her guru (me!). Blew me right out of the water. And, caused me to scurry for my notes to see what John had to say about gurus last March.
First, tho, to graciously accept the compliment. Hard thing to do -- to just say 'thank you'. No disclaimer, no excuses, just 'thank you'. Such an immense compliment, tho; how do you just say 'thank you' to that?
So, what did John say about guru's? Lots -- this is just part of it. Thursday is Guru Day (Thursday - Thor - Jupiter - Guru) - the first auspicious thing about all this is that I read it on Thursday. Definition of Guru = weighty one; light that dispels darkness. The Guru principle is synonomous with Grace - the revelatory power of the spirit that awakens us to our true nature. We, as teachers, convey Grace through our voice, our eyes, our touch, and our will ('may my students be safe, may they succeed'). I loved one quote he shared "the teacher is the one who falls down 8 times, and gets back up 9". He also reminded us that our highest teaching is to remember that the guru is within all of us -- students and teachers.
I just happened to video yesterday's Gentle class. I had read MariaCristina's blog entry about space, and - as I cut back old growth in my garden yesterday morning - I could see a parallel to our yoga practice. I was making space for new growth in my garden, just as our yoga practice (even just walking into a studio for the first time) creates space in our lives; space for new things, new ideas, new people. That was my theme, then, for this class. I could easily make it relatable; and my heart quality was courage. In my mind, it takes courage to open your safe, comfortable life and allow space for other, new and different things.
After class, one of my students apologized for falling during the video; for 'ruining it' for me - her words. (Remember, this is Gentle Yoga -- everyone has a reason for being there.) I reassured her that it was not ruined and it was not a big deal. Personally, I believe it's important for the Certification Committee to see and embrace that there are people who do yoga who are not able to stand on their hands or do backbends; people for whom standing on their feet is a challenge. This probably won't be the video I submit, but I would never discard a video in which someone takes a tumble -- that would be inauthentic, in my book.
Talked with my parents in the afternoon. All sounds a bit better, so I am feeling better on that front. Besides, my shift yesterday to an upward spiral, has me feeling stronger and more able to deal with what I know is inevitably in my future.
I also re-listened to Jack's phone message (Jack is my Grandson, remember), where he thanked me for the buffalo card, told me about brushing teeth, and reminded me about HIS blue flashlight (we're back to the blue flashlight, folks!). Brought tears to my eyes and happiness to my heart. I'll save that one forever.
Hope your Thursday starts as auspiciously as mine has,
First, tho, to graciously accept the compliment. Hard thing to do -- to just say 'thank you'. No disclaimer, no excuses, just 'thank you'. Such an immense compliment, tho; how do you just say 'thank you' to that?
So, what did John say about guru's? Lots -- this is just part of it. Thursday is Guru Day (Thursday - Thor - Jupiter - Guru) - the first auspicious thing about all this is that I read it on Thursday. Definition of Guru = weighty one; light that dispels darkness. The Guru principle is synonomous with Grace - the revelatory power of the spirit that awakens us to our true nature. We, as teachers, convey Grace through our voice, our eyes, our touch, and our will ('may my students be safe, may they succeed'). I loved one quote he shared "the teacher is the one who falls down 8 times, and gets back up 9". He also reminded us that our highest teaching is to remember that the guru is within all of us -- students and teachers.
I just happened to video yesterday's Gentle class. I had read MariaCristina's blog entry about space, and - as I cut back old growth in my garden yesterday morning - I could see a parallel to our yoga practice. I was making space for new growth in my garden, just as our yoga practice (even just walking into a studio for the first time) creates space in our lives; space for new things, new ideas, new people. That was my theme, then, for this class. I could easily make it relatable; and my heart quality was courage. In my mind, it takes courage to open your safe, comfortable life and allow space for other, new and different things.
After class, one of my students apologized for falling during the video; for 'ruining it' for me - her words. (Remember, this is Gentle Yoga -- everyone has a reason for being there.) I reassured her that it was not ruined and it was not a big deal. Personally, I believe it's important for the Certification Committee to see and embrace that there are people who do yoga who are not able to stand on their hands or do backbends; people for whom standing on their feet is a challenge. This probably won't be the video I submit, but I would never discard a video in which someone takes a tumble -- that would be inauthentic, in my book.
Talked with my parents in the afternoon. All sounds a bit better, so I am feeling better on that front. Besides, my shift yesterday to an upward spiral, has me feeling stronger and more able to deal with what I know is inevitably in my future.
I also re-listened to Jack's phone message (Jack is my Grandson, remember), where he thanked me for the buffalo card, told me about brushing teeth, and reminded me about HIS blue flashlight (we're back to the blue flashlight, folks!). Brought tears to my eyes and happiness to my heart. I'll save that one forever.
Hope your Thursday starts as auspiciously as mine has,
4 DAYS, 4 SIGNS (& still counting - 18)
This morning, up early going through my usual routine. Sit for a while, then coffee, then log on. First place I go? Facebook -- just to see what some of the world has been up to the previous day.
First entry I read this morning? One from Christina re: the 3rd spiral of Anusara Yoga(?). From reading the comment, and the responses, I will assume that she is referring to (coincidentally) the spiral I've been experiencing. That of feeling 'less than', questioning my decisions, 'poor me' - a downward spiral of my spirit. Wow! (someone -- correct me if I'm wrong)
This on the heels of the YogaHub notes regarding compassion, and BJ's newsletter where she talks about blessings and challenges.
So, then there was a 4th that arrived through this magic machine I call a laptop: Sundari's blog regarding the training I attended with her and its site - the museum. Reminded me that on day, one her first teachings was to tell us that we were in this group to unveil our skills -- that our essential self doesn't need to be achieved, just uncovered (excerpted, I believe, from the Shiva Sutras). This statement hit me hard, and I was so busy writing, that maybe I got the source wrong -- in any case, it was a powerful reminder and acknowledgment for me. (I've pulled my copy of the Shiva Sutras - need to review it.)
I also received a note from one of my students, telling me to stop the countdown and look forward to 70. Probably good advice. I have, however, started down this countdown path so I'll continue.
So, taking Christina's advice -- LETTING. IT. GO. Spiralling back up and out -- watch out world!
Found another blog to follow -- look to the right. Maria Cristina's blog. Besides being full of wisdom and information, go down to "The Hardest Class Ever", posted 11/5. It is laugh out loud funny (and a reminder or cautionary note about the attitude "I am a yoga teacher, hear me roar" - her quote).
Off to walk dogs, then a bit of housework, then teach Gentle Yoga at 10 (they should be thankful I haven't just taken a class like MariaChristina describes). Haircut at noon, Jail at 2:30 (hey, I could kick a few ___'s there; we'll see who shows up). I know one thing -- officers or prisoners, watch out! Because I am one of the strongest grey-haired women you've met in a while.
Enjoy Wednesday,
First entry I read this morning? One from Christina re: the 3rd spiral of Anusara Yoga(?). From reading the comment, and the responses, I will assume that she is referring to (coincidentally) the spiral I've been experiencing. That of feeling 'less than', questioning my decisions, 'poor me' - a downward spiral of my spirit. Wow! (someone -- correct me if I'm wrong)
This on the heels of the YogaHub notes regarding compassion, and BJ's newsletter where she talks about blessings and challenges.
So, then there was a 4th that arrived through this magic machine I call a laptop: Sundari's blog regarding the training I attended with her and its site - the museum. Reminded me that on day, one her first teachings was to tell us that we were in this group to unveil our skills -- that our essential self doesn't need to be achieved, just uncovered (excerpted, I believe, from the Shiva Sutras). This statement hit me hard, and I was so busy writing, that maybe I got the source wrong -- in any case, it was a powerful reminder and acknowledgment for me. (I've pulled my copy of the Shiva Sutras - need to review it.)
I also received a note from one of my students, telling me to stop the countdown and look forward to 70. Probably good advice. I have, however, started down this countdown path so I'll continue.
So, taking Christina's advice -- LETTING. IT. GO. Spiralling back up and out -- watch out world!
Found another blog to follow -- look to the right. Maria Cristina's blog. Besides being full of wisdom and information, go down to "The Hardest Class Ever", posted 11/5. It is laugh out loud funny (and a reminder or cautionary note about the attitude "I am a yoga teacher, hear me roar" - her quote).
Off to walk dogs, then a bit of housework, then teach Gentle Yoga at 10 (they should be thankful I haven't just taken a class like MariaChristina describes). Haircut at noon, Jail at 2:30 (hey, I could kick a few ___'s there; we'll see who shows up). I know one thing -- officers or prisoners, watch out! Because I am one of the strongest grey-haired women you've met in a while.
Enjoy Wednesday,
POST 200 (AND 19 DAYS)
I wrote an entire blog entry and just erased it. Upon re-reading, it sounded a bit pathetic and had symptoms of 'poor me' strongly thrown into each paragraph.
So, I'll spare you that and the details.
I realized over the weekend that this coming birthday is bringing forth lots of emotional response from me. No other birthday has affected me quite this way. Each one - 30, 40, 50 - I've received and enjoyed, as in 'no big deal'. As I approach this milestone, it is important for me to remember that I am healthier and more consistantly happy than at any of the others. At age 30, I was working through the issues of divorce (yuk!). At age 40, I was moving a lot, working a lot, raising a teenager and juggling the emotional ups and downs of a blended family. At age 50, I was fatter, less disciplined, coming out of a depressed period. The good part of 50? I was starting down a path that would lead me to a happier, healthier future.
So -- if you (and I) reflect on these other milestones, 60 will be a VERY GOOD (as in SUPER) year.
Got to get on with this day. I started writing this blog an hour ago -- of course, it was a double entry - thankfully, the first is history.
Enjoy Tuesday,
So, I'll spare you that and the details.
I realized over the weekend that this coming birthday is bringing forth lots of emotional response from me. No other birthday has affected me quite this way. Each one - 30, 40, 50 - I've received and enjoyed, as in 'no big deal'. As I approach this milestone, it is important for me to remember that I am healthier and more consistantly happy than at any of the others. At age 30, I was working through the issues of divorce (yuk!). At age 40, I was moving a lot, working a lot, raising a teenager and juggling the emotional ups and downs of a blended family. At age 50, I was fatter, less disciplined, coming out of a depressed period. The good part of 50? I was starting down a path that would lead me to a happier, healthier future.
So -- if you (and I) reflect on these other milestones, 60 will be a VERY GOOD (as in SUPER) year.
Got to get on with this day. I started writing this blog an hour ago -- of course, it was a double entry - thankfully, the first is history.
Enjoy Tuesday,
20 DAYS & 199 POSTS - - -
Had I posted just one more time in the past 8 months, these two numbers would have lined up as 20 and 200. I suppose I could post twice today; somehow, that takes away the magic.
I am not doing anything to curtail magic this week, because I need it. Worrisome week -- just as the studio issues wind down, the issues with my parents escalate. Last phone call yesterday, one from my parents wondering why they haven't heard from me!?!?!?! I calmly reminded them both that I had spoken to one or both of them every day in the past 10 days; with the exception of yesterday. Red flags on this call.
What should be a normal week might take a turn -- not sure. Coincidentally (by magic?), I received BJ's newsletter late yesterday. Beautifully written, one quote jumped off the page at me:
"I count everything as blessings, every thing is a blessing, a gift of Grace. One of the blessings of yoga is developing the capacity to count those blessing that are disguised as challenges."
I've heard this before, maybe worded a bit differently. The fact that it arrived on the evening of a difficult day for me was fortuitous. I too can look at my life and see TONS of blessings. My task now is to look at the challenges facing me and re-direct my energy to reveal the blessings disguised there.
Here's to a magic-filled week for you and me,
I am not doing anything to curtail magic this week, because I need it. Worrisome week -- just as the studio issues wind down, the issues with my parents escalate. Last phone call yesterday, one from my parents wondering why they haven't heard from me!?!?!?! I calmly reminded them both that I had spoken to one or both of them every day in the past 10 days; with the exception of yesterday. Red flags on this call.
What should be a normal week might take a turn -- not sure. Coincidentally (by magic?), I received BJ's newsletter late yesterday. Beautifully written, one quote jumped off the page at me:
"I count everything as blessings, every thing is a blessing, a gift of Grace. One of the blessings of yoga is developing the capacity to count those blessing that are disguised as challenges."
I've heard this before, maybe worded a bit differently. The fact that it arrived on the evening of a difficult day for me was fortuitous. I too can look at my life and see TONS of blessings. My task now is to look at the challenges facing me and re-direct my energy to reveal the blessings disguised there.
Here's to a magic-filled week for you and me,
SIMPLY 21 DAYS
I'm up early, going through my routine while the house is quiet. I logged on, came to the blog and thought - maybe I'll skip it today. But, then I remembered -- everyone needs reminding, including me, that I have just 21 days left in the land of 50.
Saturday was normal by Saturday standards -- I taught in the a.m. I had planned to video, but made a last-minute decision to just try to put into practice some of the things I've been trying to incorporate into my teaching. So, pressure off; no video.
Did a bit of grocery shopping, then Howard and I went to lunch (really GOOD fish tacos), and ran some errands. Back at home, we did a bit of Fall yard clean-up. Not an exciting day, but a good day.
I suppose you're wondering what will happen in 21 days? It will be quiet. My son and his family - Jess, Jack & Brady - are traveling to spend Thanksgiving and the following weekend with us. So, quiet and special.
At a loss for many words this morning. Have a nice Sunday!
Saturday was normal by Saturday standards -- I taught in the a.m. I had planned to video, but made a last-minute decision to just try to put into practice some of the things I've been trying to incorporate into my teaching. So, pressure off; no video.
Did a bit of grocery shopping, then Howard and I went to lunch (really GOOD fish tacos), and ran some errands. Back at home, we did a bit of Fall yard clean-up. Not an exciting day, but a good day.
I suppose you're wondering what will happen in 21 days? It will be quiet. My son and his family - Jess, Jack & Brady - are traveling to spend Thanksgiving and the following weekend with us. So, quiet and special.
At a loss for many words this morning. Have a nice Sunday!
THE CHALLENGING JOB OF SUBBING; 22 DAYS
Fridays are usually pretty laid back for me -- I teach one class (10 am Gentle Yoga), then the rest of the day is mine to do with as I please.
Yesterday, however, I offered to help a friend by subbing one of her corporate classes. Got there in the nick of time, and walked into 4 people who were (or were not?) very happy to see me. I took the plunge and began talking.
My friend's focus this month in this class is core power. Since I haven't seen specifically what she's been doing to cultivate that, I began with my trusty Hanuman story (remembering his power). We centered, started warming up (I used this opportunity to practice a drill to help me find fewer words), then began moving through a few sun salutations. A couple more wandered in, bringing the number to 6, and we continued. I noticed - almost immediately - that several people were working on automatic pilot, doing my friend's version of salutations -- then when they realized I hadn't asked them to do that, they had to get back in sync. An opportunity to pause for a 'beginner mind' reminder; how the presence of a sub gives us the gift of going back to that beginner mind and listening. No more auto pilot.
Core power is a good, great goal -- but, where does it come from? So, we moved from sun salutations to vasisthasana variations - from very modified to stacked feet (opportunity to demo ACTIVE feet -- drawing energy up into the pose, allowing power to permeate the entire body - especially the core - and then the organic expansion happens); then one foot in vrksasana; then WILD THING. My "air band" demo of Wild Thing (the song) brought forth laughter (oh no!), and the ice was broken. From there some eka pada rajakapotasana variations, including quad stretches Moved to dhanurasana. The hour nearly over, they cooled down a bit and took a short savasana.
Well, it was fun - and an opportunity to teach with abandon. I may sub for her again (I will, if asked), I may not -- so, I allowed myself to throw off my self-imposed limitations and go for it.
Sundari has had me do a similar exercise over the past year -- throw away the script and just teach. It's fun -- it is challenging but also very freeing. I love scripts, I love to know exactly where I'm headed. I now have a new direction that I love, as well.
Almost 60 (22 days) and doing 'air band' demos !?!?!? I guess getting older has some freeing elements to it, as well (if I allow them in).
Enjoy your Saturday,
Yesterday, however, I offered to help a friend by subbing one of her corporate classes. Got there in the nick of time, and walked into 4 people who were (or were not?) very happy to see me. I took the plunge and began talking.
My friend's focus this month in this class is core power. Since I haven't seen specifically what she's been doing to cultivate that, I began with my trusty Hanuman story (remembering his power). We centered, started warming up (I used this opportunity to practice a drill to help me find fewer words), then began moving through a few sun salutations. A couple more wandered in, bringing the number to 6, and we continued. I noticed - almost immediately - that several people were working on automatic pilot, doing my friend's version of salutations -- then when they realized I hadn't asked them to do that, they had to get back in sync. An opportunity to pause for a 'beginner mind' reminder; how the presence of a sub gives us the gift of going back to that beginner mind and listening. No more auto pilot.
Core power is a good, great goal -- but, where does it come from? So, we moved from sun salutations to vasisthasana variations - from very modified to stacked feet (opportunity to demo ACTIVE feet -- drawing energy up into the pose, allowing power to permeate the entire body - especially the core - and then the organic expansion happens); then one foot in vrksasana; then WILD THING. My "air band" demo of Wild Thing (the song) brought forth laughter (oh no!), and the ice was broken. From there some eka pada rajakapotasana variations, including quad stretches Moved to dhanurasana. The hour nearly over, they cooled down a bit and took a short savasana.
Well, it was fun - and an opportunity to teach with abandon. I may sub for her again (I will, if asked), I may not -- so, I allowed myself to throw off my self-imposed limitations and go for it.
Sundari has had me do a similar exercise over the past year -- throw away the script and just teach. It's fun -- it is challenging but also very freeing. I love scripts, I love to know exactly where I'm headed. I now have a new direction that I love, as well.
Almost 60 (22 days) and doing 'air band' demos !?!?!? I guess getting older has some freeing elements to it, as well (if I allow them in).
Enjoy your Saturday,
LAUGHING & THINKING DURING YOGA -- HORRORS ! (& 23 DAYS)
Over the past 36 hours, I've read several Facebook and blog entries (and comments) regarding laughter during yoga classes, as well as thinking. As in, some students are aghast at a class where laughter is accepted, and/or they simply want to be led through a series of movements as if they had a ring through their nose (pardon me - I have strong feelings here.)
I must have come into the world of yoga from another door, because yoga without laughter and without thinking - for me - is not yoga, it doesn't make me feel good, and it doesn't challenge me to look further than the surface, past the movement.
Why laugh? I'm not saying the whole class has to be a stand-up comedy act for me to enjoy it, but a teacher who can't utter a funny comment once in a while, or tolerate a bit of laughter from the group is (in my book) limited. Here's an example of the power of laughter: in a training in Tucson -- I think, I do know it was with John Friend. He said something, or perhaps a student demo'ing for him said something, that was a bit goofy and a few people started to giggle. The giggling soon expanded to a roomful of laughter. It died down after about a minute or so.
Then, out of the center of the room, came one individual round of laughter which caused the entire room to erupt again. This happened 3-4 times. John laughed along, tolerating perhaps the last round, then put us back to work. We had been working hard before this lapse of laughter, and we continued to work hard after; that period of uninhibited laughter took the edge off our work; for me, it took me back to my reasons for being there -- to learn, to enjoy, to NOT over-effort (kind of like letting the steam out of the pressure cooker).
Why think? Not sure about you, but I feel like the instructor doesn't think I have a brain when each and every move is spelled out and explained to me. I enjoy the sense of empowerment I get when I have to think. Thinking begins with listening. Listening is hard work, in itself. Then carrying out the instruction, while thinking "did I get it; do I understand?", makes me feel good. I also enjoy figuring things out -- like, if I do this, my knee hurts; if I change it in this way, the knee doesn't hurt - voila! Empowering my students to do a bit of thinking for themselves gives them confidence; I see growth in their poses because they're listening to me, embracing what I've said, and carrying it out in their poses. Good for them, good for me.
Just 23 days - the wisdom of six (6) decades staring me in the face.
Have a great Friday and laugh about something today -- even if it's to laugh at yourself,
I must have come into the world of yoga from another door, because yoga without laughter and without thinking - for me - is not yoga, it doesn't make me feel good, and it doesn't challenge me to look further than the surface, past the movement.
Why laugh? I'm not saying the whole class has to be a stand-up comedy act for me to enjoy it, but a teacher who can't utter a funny comment once in a while, or tolerate a bit of laughter from the group is (in my book) limited. Here's an example of the power of laughter: in a training in Tucson -- I think, I do know it was with John Friend. He said something, or perhaps a student demo'ing for him said something, that was a bit goofy and a few people started to giggle. The giggling soon expanded to a roomful of laughter. It died down after about a minute or so.
Then, out of the center of the room, came one individual round of laughter which caused the entire room to erupt again. This happened 3-4 times. John laughed along, tolerating perhaps the last round, then put us back to work. We had been working hard before this lapse of laughter, and we continued to work hard after; that period of uninhibited laughter took the edge off our work; for me, it took me back to my reasons for being there -- to learn, to enjoy, to NOT over-effort (kind of like letting the steam out of the pressure cooker).
Why think? Not sure about you, but I feel like the instructor doesn't think I have a brain when each and every move is spelled out and explained to me. I enjoy the sense of empowerment I get when I have to think. Thinking begins with listening. Listening is hard work, in itself. Then carrying out the instruction, while thinking "did I get it; do I understand?", makes me feel good. I also enjoy figuring things out -- like, if I do this, my knee hurts; if I change it in this way, the knee doesn't hurt - voila! Empowering my students to do a bit of thinking for themselves gives them confidence; I see growth in their poses because they're listening to me, embracing what I've said, and carrying it out in their poses. Good for them, good for me.
Just 23 days - the wisdom of six (6) decades staring me in the face.
Have a great Friday and laugh about something today -- even if it's to laugh at yourself,
24 DAYS & A NEW LANGUAGE
If you read yesterday's post, you know I began 'twittering'. This morning, I decided it would be a good idea to learn exactly how to go about this new venture. Unfortunately, I have yet to find the easy step-by-step instructions. I seem to have stepped right into something that's so developed, it feels like I'm a beginning skier being taken to a black diamond slope. Makes my head hurt!
I decided to read about 'hashtags' (in my vernacular, the pound - # - sign). After reading about them, I still do not know WHY they are used. If anyone can help, please let me know. The good thing: I've probably used the word 'vernacular' once in the past 25 years -- so, all this will expand my vocabulary if nothing else.
Enough -- maybe I'll twitter something today; then see what happens. And perhaps, like Facebook, things will become clearer as I work with it.
Video'd my Gentle Yoga Class yesterday. I did this just for me, besides I'm not sure that it would be viewable by anyone but myself. Especially since, during the quad stretches, there was considerable groaning, complaining, and even the previously heard "gentle my a_ _" utterance. Obviously, I don't do that kind of stretching often or enough. I hope this comment doesn't affect attendance (if anyone is reading from the class). Remember, the poses we need to do most are usually the least comfortable poses for us!
Today, Wayne's class and then pilates with Cindy (4th time this week!). Why 4 times? She asked me to step in for another student during her (Cindy's) evaluation. I found out she speaks the truth -- many pilates instructors get up close and personal as they teach. Lots of guiding, manually adjusting, etc., all to give us - the student - a tactile reference (another very rarely used word).
I'll teach YogaHour at 4 pm, then Yoga Specific at 5:45 pm (tonight's topic: Hips).
And - finally - your daily reminder: just 24 days!
Hope your day goes well,
I decided to read about 'hashtags' (in my vernacular, the pound - # - sign). After reading about them, I still do not know WHY they are used. If anyone can help, please let me know. The good thing: I've probably used the word 'vernacular' once in the past 25 years -- so, all this will expand my vocabulary if nothing else.
Enough -- maybe I'll twitter something today; then see what happens. And perhaps, like Facebook, things will become clearer as I work with it.
Video'd my Gentle Yoga Class yesterday. I did this just for me, besides I'm not sure that it would be viewable by anyone but myself. Especially since, during the quad stretches, there was considerable groaning, complaining, and even the previously heard "gentle my a_ _" utterance. Obviously, I don't do that kind of stretching often or enough. I hope this comment doesn't affect attendance (if anyone is reading from the class). Remember, the poses we need to do most are usually the least comfortable poses for us!
Today, Wayne's class and then pilates with Cindy (4th time this week!). Why 4 times? She asked me to step in for another student during her (Cindy's) evaluation. I found out she speaks the truth -- many pilates instructors get up close and personal as they teach. Lots of guiding, manually adjusting, etc., all to give us - the student - a tactile reference (another very rarely used word).
I'll teach YogaHour at 4 pm, then Yoga Specific at 5:45 pm (tonight's topic: Hips).
And - finally - your daily reminder: just 24 days!
Hope your day goes well,
BLOG, FACEBOOK, NOW TWITTER (?) & 25 DAYS
I established a twitter account this morning -- wrote in my first entry: "exploring twitter - expanding my world". All this technology, all these passwords, all this writing -- it's all growth. (I don't even really know what twitter is, but why not!)
Before I get too involved in this entry, tho, today is my oldest Grandson's birthday; so, Happy Birthday, Jake!
I got a lot of response from yesterday's blog -- that "in my heart" exercise hit home for a number of people and - because this blog is seen on Facebook - many of the comments came via that source.
I'm excited, also, because my friend, mentor, teacher - Sundari - has begun blogging about the training in Jackson (and she joined Facebook!). As I read her first entry, describing our after-hours walks through the museum, I was transported right back there. Having never been in or thought about being in a museum after hours - upon reflection, it was a very extraordinary experience. No background chatter, no one walking in front of or around you to get to the next piece, no distractions - just the works of art to be 'heard'. Great stuff. Check out her blog (link under "blogs/websites I love").
It has been a stress-filled Fall for this Anusara-Inspired™ yoga teacher. Since the Spring, I have dealt with the Dept. of Workforce Services regarding the status of teachers at my studio (independent contractors vs. employees). We are almost at the end of that road, but that road will take a turn and the future of teaching at this studio will assume a different color -- that of instructors conducting themselves as a business. Not an easy transition, but do-able and important. What does "conduct as a business" mean? LLC, business license, advertising/marketing themselves, insuring themselves, teaching at other locales as well as privates. Many already do some of this -- the regimentation of it all will be not-so-palatable for some.
On the positive side -- Workforce Services went back through 2006 and assessed $$$ up to this past quarter and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There is a $$$ penalty, but my auditor is working with me to get that waived. Fingers crossed.
On other matters -- the road construction around the studio is just about finished. Some orange cones along the side of the road (marking BIG holes one wouldn't want their car to venture into), some metal plates covering other hazards; but - for the most part - done for the winter. Our parking lot is a bit messed up, with the elimination of one entry. That has people parking all over, driving every which way -- kind of feels like an "every person for themselves" mentality. Hopefully, that will calm and the landlord will re-stripe our parking lot -- giving us all some guidance.
My Mother is home from the hospital -- lots of help going in to the house to help both Mom & Dad. Daily calls from my Dad, asking questions, wondering when I'm going to be up there (not for a few weeks). I feel some guilt for not having run right up to help, but it wasn't a serious issue that caused my Mother's hospitalization; and there was plentiful help to be had and already in place. So, I'll try to let that guilt go for now.
Other smaller issues -- teachers deciding to vacate spots on the schedule and the need for a new furnace at the studio (a resultant rent increase).
Some days it has really been difficult to be "in my heart". My old mantra, 'this too shall pass', has been used repeatedly. I'm looking forward to better times for the studio and more "in my heart" moments.
Almost forgot -- just 25 days!
Enjoy your day,
Before I get too involved in this entry, tho, today is my oldest Grandson's birthday; so, Happy Birthday, Jake!
I got a lot of response from yesterday's blog -- that "in my heart" exercise hit home for a number of people and - because this blog is seen on Facebook - many of the comments came via that source.
I'm excited, also, because my friend, mentor, teacher - Sundari - has begun blogging about the training in Jackson (and she joined Facebook!). As I read her first entry, describing our after-hours walks through the museum, I was transported right back there. Having never been in or thought about being in a museum after hours - upon reflection, it was a very extraordinary experience. No background chatter, no one walking in front of or around you to get to the next piece, no distractions - just the works of art to be 'heard'. Great stuff. Check out her blog (link under "blogs/websites I love").
It has been a stress-filled Fall for this Anusara-Inspired™ yoga teacher. Since the Spring, I have dealt with the Dept. of Workforce Services regarding the status of teachers at my studio (independent contractors vs. employees). We are almost at the end of that road, but that road will take a turn and the future of teaching at this studio will assume a different color -- that of instructors conducting themselves as a business. Not an easy transition, but do-able and important. What does "conduct as a business" mean? LLC, business license, advertising/marketing themselves, insuring themselves, teaching at other locales as well as privates. Many already do some of this -- the regimentation of it all will be not-so-palatable for some.
On the positive side -- Workforce Services went back through 2006 and assessed $$$ up to this past quarter and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There is a $$$ penalty, but my auditor is working with me to get that waived. Fingers crossed.
On other matters -- the road construction around the studio is just about finished. Some orange cones along the side of the road (marking BIG holes one wouldn't want their car to venture into), some metal plates covering other hazards; but - for the most part - done for the winter. Our parking lot is a bit messed up, with the elimination of one entry. That has people parking all over, driving every which way -- kind of feels like an "every person for themselves" mentality. Hopefully, that will calm and the landlord will re-stripe our parking lot -- giving us all some guidance.
My Mother is home from the hospital -- lots of help going in to the house to help both Mom & Dad. Daily calls from my Dad, asking questions, wondering when I'm going to be up there (not for a few weeks). I feel some guilt for not having run right up to help, but it wasn't a serious issue that caused my Mother's hospitalization; and there was plentiful help to be had and already in place. So, I'll try to let that guilt go for now.
Other smaller issues -- teachers deciding to vacate spots on the schedule and the need for a new furnace at the studio (a resultant rent increase).
Some days it has really been difficult to be "in my heart". My old mantra, 'this too shall pass', has been used repeatedly. I'm looking forward to better times for the studio and more "in my heart" moments.
Almost forgot -- just 25 days!
Enjoy your day,
26 DAYS & A REMINDER (COINCIDENCE?)
Yesterday, after sending my e-newsletter to students and friends, I received a very nice comment from one student.
I believe it shows a great deal of personal growth and integrity to sit down and write a totally complimentary e-mail. An e-mail intended to do nothing but provide positive feedback to the recipient. For me, it's a growth experience -- I love doing it, but it's out of that old 'comfort zone'; for others, it may be easy. Not sure how it is for the student who wrote me, but it was so meaningful to have someone notice and take the time to write it down and then send it.
So, what's the coincidence and reminder? The power of positive speaking.
This morning, a close friend mentioned the negative rhetoric overheard from co-workers about their work situation. I was in the middle of reviewing my "Yoga of Discipline" book, so looked for some appropriate quotes that could be used in response. I didn't come up with any direct quotes for this situation, but I did come away with this feeling: Negative speech is like negative prana (energy). We lose our power when we allow speech to flow without discrimination, without some kind of check.
The next coincidence / reminder? At the training last week, we were given a quiz and the person with the most correct answers won a prize. I won -- it was a quiz with 11 questions, all relating to what we observed in the museum where the training was being held. As a prize, I received a set of "Angel Therapy Oracle Cards". Every day or so, I draw a card. What did I draw this morning? "Cancel, Clear, Delete" Meaning: Negative affirmations are to be swept away, replaced with positive, radiant intentions.
Try this exercise: Sit with yourself, and write 10 sentences; 5 begin with "I am in my heart when I _______." The other 5 begin with "I am not in my heart when I __________." Example: "I am in my heart when I call an old friend." "I am not in my heart when I gossip." Like that. Don't think too much, just write. (It's even better if you can do it with an understanding friend and they can respond in kind.) Sundari asked us to do this exercise in our training last week -- powerful reminder.
What else did I come up with from "Yoga of Discipline"? Lots of stuff; including: Before I speak, pause - that's a good place to cancel, clear, delete.
O.K., so 26 days -- are you excited yet? Going to Wayne's class this a.m., pilates this afternoon, teach at 4.
Enjoy your Tuesday,
I believe it shows a great deal of personal growth and integrity to sit down and write a totally complimentary e-mail. An e-mail intended to do nothing but provide positive feedback to the recipient. For me, it's a growth experience -- I love doing it, but it's out of that old 'comfort zone'; for others, it may be easy. Not sure how it is for the student who wrote me, but it was so meaningful to have someone notice and take the time to write it down and then send it.
So, what's the coincidence and reminder? The power of positive speaking.
This morning, a close friend mentioned the negative rhetoric overheard from co-workers about their work situation. I was in the middle of reviewing my "Yoga of Discipline" book, so looked for some appropriate quotes that could be used in response. I didn't come up with any direct quotes for this situation, but I did come away with this feeling: Negative speech is like negative prana (energy). We lose our power when we allow speech to flow without discrimination, without some kind of check.
The next coincidence / reminder? At the training last week, we were given a quiz and the person with the most correct answers won a prize. I won -- it was a quiz with 11 questions, all relating to what we observed in the museum where the training was being held. As a prize, I received a set of "Angel Therapy Oracle Cards". Every day or so, I draw a card. What did I draw this morning? "Cancel, Clear, Delete" Meaning: Negative affirmations are to be swept away, replaced with positive, radiant intentions.
Try this exercise: Sit with yourself, and write 10 sentences; 5 begin with "I am in my heart when I _______." The other 5 begin with "I am not in my heart when I __________." Example: "I am in my heart when I call an old friend." "I am not in my heart when I gossip." Like that. Don't think too much, just write. (It's even better if you can do it with an understanding friend and they can respond in kind.) Sundari asked us to do this exercise in our training last week -- powerful reminder.
What else did I come up with from "Yoga of Discipline"? Lots of stuff; including: Before I speak, pause - that's a good place to cancel, clear, delete.
O.K., so 26 days -- are you excited yet? Going to Wayne's class this a.m., pilates this afternoon, teach at 4.
Enjoy your Tuesday,
27 DAYS . . .
The countdown has replaced "blue flashlight". Not promising any fireworks at the end of this count, but it will provide fodder for this blog.
"Blue flashlight" reminded me of Jack, which means you get a Halloween story about him. He loves M&M's; so much, that he does not eat any other kind of candy (his choice). So, picture Trick or Treating -- as in, not every house will provide M&M's. How did he handle this? (My mental picture of the scene is that he got a bit upset when offered a candy other than M&M's.) At each house, he looked over the candy selection. If there were M&M's, great; if not, he was heard to say "Happy Halloween! No thank you." to the candy. Poor kid ended up with about six small bags of M&M's in his bag. In this case, being selective may not be such a bad thing; at least his Mother won't have to argue with him about what to eat when.
So, moving on. I perused some blogs this morning before entering mine -- the two I selected, Rajanaka Yoga (Douglas Brooks) and YogaNerd (Zhenja LaRosa) are so out of my league that I am sitting here in awe. Of course, they write in their blogs once a month -- lots of time to write an incredible, thought-filled, and informative blog entry. My style - writing every day or so - offers readers a bit more of the mundane, everyday topics (like flashlights & countdowns). Oh, well, it works for me.
My experience teaching this weekend was less than auspicious. It is interesting how the energy of one person can affect the entire class -- especially the instructor (me). I planned the class in advance, I reviewed, I also planned to video. First, the video camera would not record. So, after a couple minutes of fumbling with that, I gave up and moved on. The energy I speak about was palpable -- stoic, non-conversational, body language that said "don't mess with me". Interesting because I enjoy this person, and thought the feeling was mutual. Maybe just off to a bad start that morning(?).
As class progressed, things got better -- a bit of laughter, and a bit of conversation. Unfortunately, for me, I allowed my well-laid plans to be thrown off, and I found myself teaching from the technical instead of from the heart.
Why mention this? Because I will learn from it. I can learn that my bad start, my bad mood, when projected into a room has the potential to affect other people and their experience. I'm not sure that happened (that others were affected); maybe only I began stuttering and stammering as a result. Perhaps no one else noticed or cared. But, I did. What's that about? And, because people are people, I'd better figure out a way to handle it in the future.
Enjoy your Monday,
"Blue flashlight" reminded me of Jack, which means you get a Halloween story about him. He loves M&M's; so much, that he does not eat any other kind of candy (his choice). So, picture Trick or Treating -- as in, not every house will provide M&M's. How did he handle this? (My mental picture of the scene is that he got a bit upset when offered a candy other than M&M's.) At each house, he looked over the candy selection. If there were M&M's, great; if not, he was heard to say "Happy Halloween! No thank you." to the candy. Poor kid ended up with about six small bags of M&M's in his bag. In this case, being selective may not be such a bad thing; at least his Mother won't have to argue with him about what to eat when.
So, moving on. I perused some blogs this morning before entering mine -- the two I selected, Rajanaka Yoga (Douglas Brooks) and YogaNerd (Zhenja LaRosa) are so out of my league that I am sitting here in awe. Of course, they write in their blogs once a month -- lots of time to write an incredible, thought-filled, and informative blog entry. My style - writing every day or so - offers readers a bit more of the mundane, everyday topics (like flashlights & countdowns). Oh, well, it works for me.
My experience teaching this weekend was less than auspicious. It is interesting how the energy of one person can affect the entire class -- especially the instructor (me). I planned the class in advance, I reviewed, I also planned to video. First, the video camera would not record. So, after a couple minutes of fumbling with that, I gave up and moved on. The energy I speak about was palpable -- stoic, non-conversational, body language that said "don't mess with me". Interesting because I enjoy this person, and thought the feeling was mutual. Maybe just off to a bad start that morning(?).
As class progressed, things got better -- a bit of laughter, and a bit of conversation. Unfortunately, for me, I allowed my well-laid plans to be thrown off, and I found myself teaching from the technical instead of from the heart.
Why mention this? Because I will learn from it. I can learn that my bad start, my bad mood, when projected into a room has the potential to affect other people and their experience. I'm not sure that happened (that others were affected); maybe only I began stuttering and stammering as a result. Perhaps no one else noticed or cared. But, I did. What's that about? And, because people are people, I'd better figure out a way to handle it in the future.
Enjoy your Monday,
COUNTING DOWN . . .
In 28 days I will reach a milestone in my life ("28 Days" was also the name of a movie about a recovering substance abuser - Sandra Bullock). Mine isn't about substance abuse, but it is a MAJOR birthday.
I don't write this so I'll get cards, gifts and letters (or e-mails), but as part of my acceptance (back to that word, again) of this particular birthday. It will be my 60th.
At the training I was at last week, on the first day, Sundari asked the youngest and the oldest to teach a pose to the group -- guess who was the 'oldest'? That has rarely happened in the past; better get used to it. And, as I listened to Sundari and John, I am reminded that I am also older than my teachers!
More on being older, later -- it's going to be a long month for you and me.
Short blog this a.m. Going in to the studio to do some cleaning before the 9:30 class. The studio's furnace was replaced yesterday afternoon - I hope successfully. There may be some residual clean-up from that project, plus I noticed the mirrors were a bit smeared as I taught yesterday.
Hope you have a nice Sunday,
I don't write this so I'll get cards, gifts and letters (or e-mails), but as part of my acceptance (back to that word, again) of this particular birthday. It will be my 60th.
At the training I was at last week, on the first day, Sundari asked the youngest and the oldest to teach a pose to the group -- guess who was the 'oldest'? That has rarely happened in the past; better get used to it. And, as I listened to Sundari and John, I am reminded that I am also older than my teachers!
More on being older, later -- it's going to be a long month for you and me.
Short blog this a.m. Going in to the studio to do some cleaning before the 9:30 class. The studio's furnace was replaced yesterday afternoon - I hope successfully. There may be some residual clean-up from that project, plus I noticed the mirrors were a bit smeared as I taught yesterday.
Hope you have a nice Sunday,
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
I was just about to shut the computer down, thinking I had little to offer to 'blog-land' this morning. Just as my finger approached the 'shut down' button, I remembered "It's Halloween".
Not sure what I can offer in the way of contemplative thoughts regarding Halloween and it's significance, but I am sure it's worth a mention, at least.
So, I googled "Halloween" and clicked on the Wikipedia site for a "cliff notes' history. Surprise, Surprise! There was the word Samhain, which I had seen in John Friend's latest Twitter entry. What is Samhain (pronounced sow-in)? It's a Celtic word meaning 'summers end'. It marks the movement from the lighter half of the year into the darker half. (All this comes from Wikipedia.)
I've copied part of the Wikipedia entry, rather than try to re-write it in any understandable way: "The celebration has some elements of a festival of the dead. The ancient Celts believed that the border between this world and the Otherworld became thin on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through. The family's ancestors were honoured and invited home whilst harmful spirits were warded off. It is believed that the need to ward off harmful spirits led to the wearing of costumes and masks. Their purpose was to disguise oneself as a harmful spirit and thus avoid harm."
Interesting. I've never even been curious about Halloween; just thought it was a time to hand out candy (or hide in the darkness, if I hadn't thought ahead and bought any candy -- ahh, the real secrets come out).
So, now I know. A time to honor our ancestors - good and bad.
Hope you have a nice Halloween,
Not sure what I can offer in the way of contemplative thoughts regarding Halloween and it's significance, but I am sure it's worth a mention, at least.
So, I googled "Halloween" and clicked on the Wikipedia site for a "cliff notes' history. Surprise, Surprise! There was the word Samhain, which I had seen in John Friend's latest Twitter entry. What is Samhain (pronounced sow-in)? It's a Celtic word meaning 'summers end'. It marks the movement from the lighter half of the year into the darker half. (All this comes from Wikipedia.)
I've copied part of the Wikipedia entry, rather than try to re-write it in any understandable way: "The celebration has some elements of a festival of the dead. The ancient Celts believed that the border between this world and the Otherworld became thin on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through. The family's ancestors were honoured and invited home whilst harmful spirits were warded off. It is believed that the need to ward off harmful spirits led to the wearing of costumes and masks. Their purpose was to disguise oneself as a harmful spirit and thus avoid harm."
Interesting. I've never even been curious about Halloween; just thought it was a time to hand out candy (or hide in the darkness, if I hadn't thought ahead and bought any candy -- ahh, the real secrets come out).
So, now I know. A time to honor our ancestors - good and bad.
Hope you have a nice Halloween,
BLUE FLASHLIGHT SAGA ENDS, at least for me
The worry of Wednesday is somewhat abated -- my Mother (tho still in the hospital) does not have anything serious going on. At least nothing they've found yet. A few things, tho, that would explain her back pain and other complaints lately. Ah, the beauty of aging.
The lesson for me in this? Plan.
I know that I have an aversion to consider aging and it's complications. But, in fairness to my son, I do need to think through what happens when, and then accept it. (We're back to acceptance.) Oh, I do have a will and other legal documents, but when does he (or I) take my driver's license away? When does he (or I) make the decision to look to 'assisted living'? I hope that I am able to do most of that decision making, but it is so easy to resist thinking about it.
On to lighter topics like the blue flashlight!
The blue flashlight arrived safely in California yesterday - just as UPS promised. There is a message on my phone thanking me. Before I listened to it, tho, I called them to update them on my Mother. Who answered? Jack. "thank you, grandma Leslie, for my blue flashlight" So cute! Two months ago, he would barely talk on the phone. Now, he's a veritable chatterbox. The problem? I can't understand everything he says. Who knows what he's saying as I respond "oh, that sounds like so much fun". Oh well, it's a conversation.
My advice to his parents: buy lots of batteries for that blue flashlight.
Classes yesterday went well. I'm finding words and phrases I didn't know were inside waiting to come out. My class last night was about remembering our power. I used the Hanuman story (being reminded of his power), and related it to how I feel when I do handstand or simply stand on one leg. Students can relate through their own experiences in the practice. So, most of the students present were returning to the practice after a long hiatus, or injury, so we couldn't do a real "power" class per se. At the end, I made a closing statement relating power to discipline, to creating stability in our foundations, to standing tall, and to simply being lighthearted. Where did that come from? Not sure, but I'm loving it.
Hope you have a nice Friday,
The lesson for me in this? Plan.
I know that I have an aversion to consider aging and it's complications. But, in fairness to my son, I do need to think through what happens when, and then accept it. (We're back to acceptance.) Oh, I do have a will and other legal documents, but when does he (or I) take my driver's license away? When does he (or I) make the decision to look to 'assisted living'? I hope that I am able to do most of that decision making, but it is so easy to resist thinking about it.
On to lighter topics like the blue flashlight!
The blue flashlight arrived safely in California yesterday - just as UPS promised. There is a message on my phone thanking me. Before I listened to it, tho, I called them to update them on my Mother. Who answered? Jack. "thank you, grandma Leslie, for my blue flashlight" So cute! Two months ago, he would barely talk on the phone. Now, he's a veritable chatterbox. The problem? I can't understand everything he says. Who knows what he's saying as I respond "oh, that sounds like so much fun". Oh well, it's a conversation.
My advice to his parents: buy lots of batteries for that blue flashlight.
Classes yesterday went well. I'm finding words and phrases I didn't know were inside waiting to come out. My class last night was about remembering our power. I used the Hanuman story (being reminded of his power), and related it to how I feel when I do handstand or simply stand on one leg. Students can relate through their own experiences in the practice. So, most of the students present were returning to the practice after a long hiatus, or injury, so we couldn't do a real "power" class per se. At the end, I made a closing statement relating power to discipline, to creating stability in our foundations, to standing tall, and to simply being lighthearted. Where did that come from? Not sure, but I'm loving it.
Hope you have a nice Friday,
WEDNESDAY'S WONDER & WORRY
I taught my first 'official' post-training yoga class yesterday (Wednesday). (I had taught on Tuesday, but it's a one-hour class and I'm not sure I can call that 'official' by yoga standards.)
The Wednesday class is a Gentle Yoga class, attended by students ages 40-86. Students choose this class because they have an injury, they haven't moved for a while, or they're looking for more than their gym or community center is able to offer in the way of individual attention and modification.
So, pull out the chairs and watch the eyes -- pure horror, as in "We're going to use chairs?!?! What kind of yoga is this?"
My theme yesterday revolved around acceptance. The motivation was personal, but everyone can relate -- whether they accept or reject their bodies, something about their personality, or something about another person.
The most powerful moment came when I asked everyone to stand sideways on their mat and take triangle. Acceptance walked right into the room and took center stage with this pose. Watching students, I saw all shapes and manner of triangle. I had encouraged use of blocks or (horrors) chair to support the lower hand. Everyone, tho, was trying to do their best (and keep up with their neighbor), so many were attempting to get the hand to the floor.
I pulled one out of a very distorted triangle, handed her a chair, and asked her to do the pose using the chair as a foundation for the bottom hand. Music to my ears as she opened into a very aligned trichonasana.
Since no one else had seen this transformation, I asked them to gather round and watch as we did the other side. Another song, as she opened her heart and gracefully gazed up towards her extended arm.
Having demonstrated this, I decided everyone should do the pose again. Each person wisely decided what prop to use (or not to use), and I had a room full of singing trichonasanas ("The Singing Trichonasanas" -- good name for something, hey?).
I don't always advocate using props, but - especially in this class - using props is accepting and then working with the limitations that age, surgery, chronic conditions, etc., have placed on us (even if it is only temporary). There will be time to work on the pose and, eventually perhaps, discard the prop; while we do that work, tho, the body is loving the direction the prop offers to safe, prana-filled alignment.
So, that was the 'wonder' of Wednesday.
The 'worry', you ask? I got a call yesterday afternoon that my Mother, who is 85, was being transported to the hospital in Spokane. Heart rate - 32 !!! coupled with high blood pressure. This leaves my Father, who is not mobile enough to be left on his own in their home, to be cared for. Luckily I have a cousin who will step in. Now waiting for word on just what is causing this condition. There is a bit of relief in all of this, it explains a lot of what she has been experiencing lately in her daily life -- fatigue, palpitations, anxiety, memory issues. So, waiting for updates.
Enjoy your day,
The Wednesday class is a Gentle Yoga class, attended by students ages 40-86. Students choose this class because they have an injury, they haven't moved for a while, or they're looking for more than their gym or community center is able to offer in the way of individual attention and modification.
So, pull out the chairs and watch the eyes -- pure horror, as in "We're going to use chairs?!?! What kind of yoga is this?"
My theme yesterday revolved around acceptance. The motivation was personal, but everyone can relate -- whether they accept or reject their bodies, something about their personality, or something about another person.
The most powerful moment came when I asked everyone to stand sideways on their mat and take triangle. Acceptance walked right into the room and took center stage with this pose. Watching students, I saw all shapes and manner of triangle. I had encouraged use of blocks or (horrors) chair to support the lower hand. Everyone, tho, was trying to do their best (and keep up with their neighbor), so many were attempting to get the hand to the floor.
I pulled one out of a very distorted triangle, handed her a chair, and asked her to do the pose using the chair as a foundation for the bottom hand. Music to my ears as she opened into a very aligned trichonasana.
Since no one else had seen this transformation, I asked them to gather round and watch as we did the other side. Another song, as she opened her heart and gracefully gazed up towards her extended arm.
Having demonstrated this, I decided everyone should do the pose again. Each person wisely decided what prop to use (or not to use), and I had a room full of singing trichonasanas ("The Singing Trichonasanas" -- good name for something, hey?).
I don't always advocate using props, but - especially in this class - using props is accepting and then working with the limitations that age, surgery, chronic conditions, etc., have placed on us (even if it is only temporary). There will be time to work on the pose and, eventually perhaps, discard the prop; while we do that work, tho, the body is loving the direction the prop offers to safe, prana-filled alignment.
So, that was the 'wonder' of Wednesday.
The 'worry', you ask? I got a call yesterday afternoon that my Mother, who is 85, was being transported to the hospital in Spokane. Heart rate - 32 !!! coupled with high blood pressure. This leaves my Father, who is not mobile enough to be left on his own in their home, to be cared for. Luckily I have a cousin who will step in. Now waiting for word on just what is causing this condition. There is a bit of relief in all of this, it explains a lot of what she has been experiencing lately in her daily life -- fatigue, palpitations, anxiety, memory issues. So, waiting for updates.
Enjoy your day,
NOW APPEARING ON FACEBOOK
Last week, before leaving for Driggs & Jackson, I poked around Facebook and discovered how to link this blog to Faceook. The result? Each day that I post to the blog, Facebook will pick it up and a few (or many) hours later it will appear for all my friends to read.
Facebook is still a relative mystery to me. I rarely offer comments, unless someone is doing something really remarkable (like Kara - an outstanding horsewoman & good friend - who will be volunteering her time and skills to a group of special needs children with the aid of horses). To see my face each day, sending my thoughts to the world (o.k. - not the world, just my 81 friends), is causing me pause.
As in, do I really want EVERYONE reading my thoughts. This may come from my own insecurity, my own resistance to promoting myself. Not sure. Maybe I just need to get used to it.
So, I'm thinking of a list of pros and cons to this process. Here goes:
PROS
After the training last week, I am getting e-mails and pics from many of the attendees. It is valuable to participate in trainings periodically; and, as valuable, to meet new people and hear their thoughts and questions. So, I am loving the communication. The pictures are fun too. Here's our group:
Facebook is still a relative mystery to me. I rarely offer comments, unless someone is doing something really remarkable (like Kara - an outstanding horsewoman & good friend - who will be volunteering her time and skills to a group of special needs children with the aid of horses). To see my face each day, sending my thoughts to the world (o.k. - not the world, just my 81 friends), is causing me pause.
As in, do I really want EVERYONE reading my thoughts. This may come from my own insecurity, my own resistance to promoting myself. Not sure. Maybe I just need to get used to it.
So, I'm thinking of a list of pros and cons to this process. Here goes:
PROS
- More exposure
- More readers
- Moving out of comfort zone (always a big push for me)
- More exposure - Do I really want it?
- More readers - A good thing, but do I really want it?
- Moving out of comfort zone - Letting the world (o.k. - 81 people) really SEE part of me.
After the training last week, I am getting e-mails and pics from many of the attendees. It is valuable to participate in trainings periodically; and, as valuable, to meet new people and hear their thoughts and questions. So, I am loving the communication. The pictures are fun too. Here's our group:
For more, check out Sundari's blog in a few days -- click on 'Sundari' under Blogs/Websites I Love
We've had snow (as has Jackson & Montana). Whew! Were we lucky with the weather last week, especially when you consider I and my 3 guests were driving over the pass from Driggs to Jackson and back each day. Another auspicious element to this training -- the weather was clear, sunny and almost warm!
Take care & enjoy your Wednesday,
RESTED & READY
As in, practice - teach - study. Yesterday, I took the opportunity to rest. I did a bit of paperwork at the studio in the morning, then retreated to home.
This morning, after yesterday's nap and a long night's sleep, I feel much better. More ready to apply some of what I learned last week. I say "some", because there have been times in my life that I've returned from a training or workshop and begun to try to teach everything I learned. Wrong approach. For me, it wasn't my voice, my experience, and - poor students - they got a less-than authentic class.
So, take it slow. Think about what I learned, what I observed, and how I can apply it in my life and in my teaching. Then, and only then, take it into my classes.
I listened to phone messages last night. Of note, was one from my grandson, Jack (almost 3-years-old). I sent him a card during the training, on which the photo was of a painting in the museum titled "Chief" -- a huge painting of a buffalo, emerging from the mist and gazing right out at the observer. Jack told me several things, including:
Hope you have a great Tuesday,
This morning, after yesterday's nap and a long night's sleep, I feel much better. More ready to apply some of what I learned last week. I say "some", because there have been times in my life that I've returned from a training or workshop and begun to try to teach everything I learned. Wrong approach. For me, it wasn't my voice, my experience, and - poor students - they got a less-than authentic class.
So, take it slow. Think about what I learned, what I observed, and how I can apply it in my life and in my teaching. Then, and only then, take it into my classes.
I listened to phone messages last night. Of note, was one from my grandson, Jack (almost 3-years-old). I sent him a card during the training, on which the photo was of a painting in the museum titled "Chief" -- a huge painting of a buffalo, emerging from the mist and gazing right out at the observer. Jack told me several things, including:
- Thank you for the buffalo card
- I don't cry anymore when I brush my teeth
- Something about stickers (this may be a reward system for brushing teeth and other tasks)
- Something else I didn't quite catch
- And, finally, a comment (and - I'm sure) a reminder about the flashlight - which I will send off today. What will I write about once the blue flashlight saga is over?
Hope you have a great Tuesday,
HOME LATE, BUT HOME SAFE
The final day of my training in Jackson was another great, albeit long one. The overriding message (for me) of the week, to allow my essential self to uncover itself. I am a good (great) teacher and person; yet I am wearing a lot of layers, covering those qualities up at times. If I soften, that goodness will reveal itself.
At moments, during this past week, I observed that happening. It takes practice, but it is possible. That was a BIG lesson for me.
I was also reminded to teach from my heart and to remember (and honor) my teachers. Part two of that reminder is easy for me; the first - teaching from my heart - is harder. I love technical, it's safe; the heart is risky. I know now, however, it's do-able.
Three powerful messages, don't you think?
Now back to routine. Got home late, slept a bit, up and into Monday's routine. I am keeping this short. First, after all the study and being a bit tired, it's hard to put thoughts to paper in an understandable way. This was a week I won't soon forget.
Enjoy your week,
At moments, during this past week, I observed that happening. It takes practice, but it is possible. That was a BIG lesson for me.
I was also reminded to teach from my heart and to remember (and honor) my teachers. Part two of that reminder is easy for me; the first - teaching from my heart - is harder. I love technical, it's safe; the heart is risky. I know now, however, it's do-able.
Three powerful messages, don't you think?
Now back to routine. Got home late, slept a bit, up and into Monday's routine. I am keeping this short. First, after all the study and being a bit tired, it's hard to put thoughts to paper in an understandable way. This was a week I won't soon forget.
Enjoy your week,