WORK that extra pat of butter, dahlin’

17 01 2012

Love this.

Rock on with your strong self. Inside and out.

 





grow, dammit!

1 11 2011

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/10/tread-lightly-teachers-put-down-your-big-stick/

There’s a fine line between encouragement and bullying. Everywhere, not just in a studio.





I want less stuff

12 04 2011

More is not better. I want less stuff. I’m forever telling anyone unfortunate enough to come within earshot that “it’s not about more, it’s about better”.

Confession: I’m a closet product designer at heart. Always have been, but am a slow enough learner to really only be realizing it the past few years. Apparently, everyone  else around me has always know, and assumed I did too.

Slow learner aside, it hit me yesterday whilst here in Belize that 90% of our purchases are fear based. Or “Fix it” based. And a fix is the same as a fear – a fix just means something is “wrong”. All this applies, even down to the most essential “stuff” ala the George Carlin bit from years back.

Don’t think so? Try on a few examples…

Fleece because afraid I might be cold. These yoga pants because I’m afraid the cotton ones will be uncomfortable. A flashlight because I’m afraid I might need it to see. This spatula, because I’m afraid of putting my hand in hot oil. (I didn’t say the fears weren’t valid!) Hairspray, because my hair will be in my eyes otherwise. etc… etc…

All true though. And also, valid. It’s navigating our world.

At the same time, everyone knows the joy of the perfect product – the bag with all the pockets in just the right places, the hammock that doesn’t leave marks on your skin that you can actually doze off in and is portable, the jeans that fit just right, the e-book that you can carry 100 books around without breaking your back.

So with that in mind, I’m back to It’s Not About More, It’s About Better.

I’m kicking around the idea of starting another blog (*gasp*), along those lines— products that are mo’ betta. Multi functional. So we can stop buying 8 spatulas to find the one perfect one that we could’ve bought in the first place.

Something to chew on.

But for now – from lovely Belize in a mediation garden (the only place with wi-fi), my battery is at 10 minutes left. I need a mo’ betta battery.





new beginnings

9 04 2011

Beginnings are exciting.

One of my oldest, dearest friend sistah-gurls (and often psychic shoe twin) is adopting a wide eyed 4 year old who is finally "coming home" to their house this weekend. I know it’s exciting and scary for them, and him being 4, he’ll likely remember this weekend too, even through the blurry lens of time. Might be scary now, but what a gift to remember the day you got PICKED.

And by such cool people too.

Much love friends— today is just the beginning.

Sent from an amazing piece of pocket sized technology with more computing power than the space shuttle.





third time’s the charm

9 04 2011

Headed back to Belize tomorrow for the third year in a row.

The palapa could hold about 80 people at once practicing yoga. And YES, this is what it really looks like there. Mr. Geauxgirl snapped this shot last year.

I didn’t post or update at all last time. I shut down 100% completely, unplug, zippo, nada. Could’ve been overkill, as I was sooooo plugged in I had to do the extreme opposite to find balance.

This year, I might actually post a time or two whilst there. Or maybe not.

Either way though, I suspect there’s a bit more balance coming with me this time to begin with.





penalty box

21 03 2011

Drat. Absolutely unequivocally confirmed that yes, do indeed have carpel tunnel. So yeah, lots of modifying of poses, and challenges all around.

Turns out, it very well could be an old never-fully-healed nerve *thang* at C7/T1 rearing it’s ugly head again. Me being stubborn and living life in spite of it, has been a great boon and gotten me way farther than expected. The irony is that now that same determination is what’s gotten me back into the penalty box for a while, having to watch a lot of the game from the sidelines.

MRI scheduled for later in the week. Heck, if being in the penalty box means finally getting some answers about the 15+ year old C7 craptastic nerve stuff, then HELL YEAH! Sign me up!

Cross your fingers, er carpals, that the penalty box turns out to be the best seat in the house.





guilty as charged

1 03 2011

 

Started yoga teacher training in January. Found a site with loads of observations, some gave me a giggle — and I added to it a bit too:

  • Not wearing body lotion because it messes up your grip.
  • Barely recognizing your classmates fully clothed, or dry, or with hair/makeup coiffed.
  • Freezing in any environment that’s less than 80 degrees.
  • Realizing that Sanskrit no longer sounds foreign.
  • Buying underwear based on how quickly it dries, and if it will peek out whilst in a full forward fold.







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