tides that come and go
restless feeling deep inside
the soul travels on
a breeze blowing through
embracing the winds of change
life begins anew
tides that come and go
restless feeling deep inside
the soul travels on
a breeze blowing through
embracing the winds of change
life begins anew
Great article and all I have to say is…
Well DUH!……. Children learn how to use their bodies by USING THEM! Why in the name of all that is holy do we think it is ok to imprison kids behind desks all day long. I raised 3 boys (+1) the biggest argument I had with teachers who wanted to have all of them tested (none of them were and they are all fine thank you very much!) was why don’t they have more time to play. It is through play that children learn healthy interaction with others, through play we learn leadership skills ( and ‘follower’ skills equally as important), through play we make our bodies fit & healthy enough to take on the shit that adulthood throws at us. I chose to homeschool my 3 boys for about 2 years and it was amazing and I wished I could have done it longer (got divorced ect ect ). My middle son would take his books, climb the tree in the front yard and do his reading assignments. And we took chalk and did math on the sidewalk. We would go to the parks and museums. We were very active and I still made sure they all had a ‘recess’ even my teenager. Bring back recess! Dear God bring back their childhood! Bring back play it is as necessary to their growth as breathing….and folks I can preach about breathin’, yes I can!
Parents set a time everyday for a controlled Blackout…turn off all electronics and kick their sweet, darling little butts outside.
OK my rant for the day is over Now go play in the Yard! And go read the article that prompted my rant.
I don’t know why I am always surprised when serendipity comes beebopping in the front door, just when I shut the back door. It has happened too many times in my life that the universe knows just when to lay something at my feet (or throw it at the back of my head), and yet it still surprises me. Two events this week have further reinforced my trust in the universe.
As I slowly begin to move forward with the business of Yoga Therapy, gaining momentum and moving towards full-time work. I am beginning pick up a few new clients here and there and making some great contacts. But the biggest challenge, really, is where to start.
How to get my foot in the door where I know I can do the best work. Serve the most people. Working with clients, one on one calls to me, loudly. And working through a Doctor’s office where I can get the word out to the greatest number of people, is where I know I should be. But it felt like something was holding me back and I had a pretty good idea of what it was.
I have taught a regular class on Friday nights for almost 7 years and I love the people who come to that class, but for the last year or so the numbers have dropped and the atmosphere where the class is held hasn’t been quite as good. There have been some rough patches between management and some of the teachers (me included) and as I look back I realize that all the turmoil and drama, which was taking place, was in fact pushing me out. The universe had her hands on my back shovin’ and pushin’ but I resisted, I could not bring myself to surrender, and for all the usual reasons…1] I truly love the people there and I admit to being veeerry comfortable there… 2] I started the Yoga program there, it was my baby… 3] I have a very strong sense of responsibility I don’t want to leave people hanging and I knew the director would have a tough time finding someone to teach on a Friday and I was right and … number… 4] well, change is hard.
But I finally did it, I turned in my notice and June 22 was the last Friday I taught that class. I felt giddy, free! I don’t know what to do with myself. I could TAKE a class, what a concept! I could meet my hubby for dinner. We haven’t had a Friday Date Night in over six years! I could go home and put my feet up, walk the dog, watch the news, the possibilities are endless! But the truly amazing thing is what happened next.
I have a dear friend who has been going through her own awaking of sorts and she is a writer for an online publication, well she contacted me that evening after my last Friday class and wanted to do a story about me!…… I know!!!!
I looked around, surely she meant someone else. I can’t imagine being interesting enough for a popular local on-line news magazine. But she assured me I was. So what the hell I gave an interview. She even wanted to use some pictures of me doing yoga. I trust her, and she promised to only use the ones that didn’t make me look too chubby LOL. And while that’s great in itself this whole week has been filled with anomalies. By the following Wednesday all 3 of my regular Thursday morning clients had cancelled. That never happens! Maybe one or two, but all three! Nope never! So while I was wondering what would be the most productive use of my time (laundry, wash the truck, work on files or supplies, put together workshop info) an old friend popped into my head, Rebecca, a wonderful esthetician and I decided that I should get a facial. The hell with being practical, I needed a little me time. So I called her and made an appointment for Thursday morning. Now, I haven’t seen Rebecca very much in the last 2 years and the last time was many months ago. Rebecca and I used to work together at the same facility, but now Rebecca works in a spa associated with a doctor’s office and I had never been there before. After the usual ‘howdy do’s’ she asked what was going on for me and I showed her my new business cards and a brochure and told her that I was finally moving forward with all the plans I had talked about in years past. We talked a lot during our time together, mostly playing catch up. But then she asked me how much room I needed when I worked with my clients, “about the size of the room we were in would suffice” I said, we talked about the different rooms the spa had and she told me I needed to come back that evening to meet the Doctor that she worked for since the spa was having an open house. Before my hour with her was up I had given her a stack of business cards and brochures. She gave me a tour and we looked at the rooms I could potentially use. It was happening so fast. Well I did go back that evening, met the doctor, an internist who happens to be ‘into’ complimentary care and he has given the go ahead for me to use space in his office to see clients.
So as I sit here writing, Rebecca and I are texting, trying to schedule a meeting to get the details worked out. All because I was willing to listen to what the universe was telling me and then to act on it. I chose to go out on a limb and trust that it would all work out, that shits hard.
So what’s holding you back? What holding patterns are you in that are keeping you from moving forward?
Take a few minutes each day for quiet contemplation and meditation. It’s in those moments of quiet and stillness that we can truly listen to what the universe has to tell us and to know what direction we should take. Change can be a good thing and we can only move forward when we are no longer shackled to the past.
So let loose your shackles and take that leap.
Trust that the Universe has your back baby!
*****here is a link to the article Jen wrote
I’m not talking about the physical flexibility, but the mental, emotional and situational flexibility, that’s what I’m talking about. Mostly the situational, to be able to change your plans as quickly as life will change them for you, just another place where yoga can come in handy.
My Hubby and I had planned a backpacking trip for months, seriously, months! There are whole sections of the AT, locally, that we have never been on, and we want to get them off our bucket lists. We had never done the leg from the Terminus of the Appalachian Trail at Springers MT in GA to Woody Gap. Now I don’t have as many vacation days as Mike, so we were planning to start the trip together then I was coming out on day 3, heading home and he was going on for 5 more days (lucky Bas***d). A lot of planning went into this trip, we mapped it all out, Mike got a new pack and we planned all the meals, then bought the food and packaged it up in a way that reduces the weight you have to carry. We inspected all our equipment, re stocked the first aid kit and I dusted off my wonderful boots, Lowa’s, made in Germany. I love these boots. Hands down the best boot I have ever owned. Admittedly they have a little age on them and I do not throw something out just cause it’s starting to show a little wear (at my age who am I to judge). So with new insoles (Super Feet Rock!) in my boots, we packed up the trucks, no that’s not a typo ‘truckS’, 2 trucks, more than one. With me coming out of the woods after 3 days we needed a way for Mike to get home when he reached North Carolina, (lucky Bas***d). So the plan was to park my truck at Woody Gap trail head and leave his truck at Springers mt. There are some great folks who make their living on servicing all the hikers who come to the AT, from picking the hikers up and dropping them off or like in our case picking up Mike’s truck, storing it for a week, then delivering it to his take out point. I want that job when I retire! Spend my golden years, living in the mountains, teaching yoga & ferrying ‘thru hikers’ around. Oh yea, I could live like that.
So Friday morning we headed out. We drove about 3 hours; deep into the mountains of North Georgia, to a little town called Suches and from there drove up an old forest service road for another hour and a half, until we reach the parking area for the southern most point on the AT. We were so excited. From the parking area it only was only 1 mile to the top of the mountain, then back down and the trail continues on to Wood Gap, A two-day hike covering about 20 miles.
Where’s the yoga you ask? Patience Grasshoppers.
We get our boots and water bottles out of the truck, I sit down, started to put on my lovely, wonderful 11-year-old boots, the boots that I had on every day for a week, the boots that 2 days before were perfect! Maybe not ‘perfect’ but fine! When I noticed that the heel was starting to come lose! Not just a little bit, but the whole heel was separating from the boot.
Thinking this was a fluke, that this would be the last trip on my old boots and it would be OK for only 2 days, we applied a little duct tape (duct tape is mandatory for all hikers) and start walking. I only get about 1/2 a mile when the other heel starts to come lose too! More duck tape! I get to the top and realize I can’t carry a 25 lb pack for 2 full days over 20 miles in boots that are falling apart. By the time we get back to the truck, 2 miles total, the soles are almost completely off the boot, in a matter of just a few minutes they had disintegrated! I have never heard of such a thing and certainly have never seen anything like it. Just crazy!
I had decided that the universe was trying to tell me something, you know how Oprah talks about the universe trying to get your attention (yes I watch Oprah, don’t make a big thing out of it) by giving you a little slap on the back, if that doesn’t work then a thump on your head, then a brick to the head? Well I figured this was my brick to the head (I must have missed the thump and slap completely) saying “oh no you don’t really want to go in the woods, there’s a bear/fire/fall off a cliff going to happen, if you do.
When we got back to the parking area, the lady was there to pick up mikes truck, so we rode back to Woody Gap with her and we put all our stuff in my truck and she drove Mikes vehicle to storage, just because I couldn’t go does not mean Mikes can’t go (lucky Bas***d). I was all prepared to leave him in the woods and sighhhh drive home. But then Mike says “call Richard”.
Oh yea! Richard! My friend Richard, fellow gym rat and a great spin instructor, he owns a cabin in Suches GA!
A cabin that he rents out!
Cell phone service is ‘iffy’ at best up here in the mountains but the universe was on our side and the call goes through, “Richard, ol’ buddy ol’ pal O’mine is anyone staying at the cabin tonight? We need a place to crash” and I told him why, he says no one is expected until Monday and that the cabin had just been cleaned from the folks that left that morning! So with directions to the cabin and a new plan in hand we head out. We’re going to rough it….. by staying at Richies beautiful cabin, sitting on the porch swing and drinking wine! Richard, all you need is a hot tub, I’m just sayin’.
And that is how Yoga keeps me flexible. The Universe is always going to try to throw ‘wrenches’ in your works’. Baby, that’s just life. I could have gotten upset that the plans went awry or even angry. I could have felt like all that time spent planning and prepping had been wasted. Instead, you breathe, you take a moment to reassess the situation and make a conscious shift in your thinking; you choose to move in another direction. You make a choice, to move in a positive direction, with equally pleasant results, just different results. No matter what comes at us, from people or circumstances, it’s how we choose to re-act that matters. Everything in life is our choice. How we choose, is how move, how we live. When we live a yogic life, beyond just the asana practice we realize that the peace we find on the mat will follow us into the world, if we let it. If we choose it.
So instead of sleeping on the ground, under the stars, breathing fresh air in surroundings so quiet you can hear your own heart, we ended up drinking wine, holding hands and swinging on the porch of a beautiful cabin, deep in the woods.
Equally pleasant, just different.
I wrote a few Haikus about our trip, they are here.
Samuel Snoek-Brown wrote a great post, about The passing of Maurice Sendak, between his post and the terrific comments about it, it generated some nostalgia for me, about how wonderful it was growing up with a book in my hand. I always had a book, always. My parents were typical suburban parents of the 60’s / 70’s and of all that they gave us, what I remember most was the gift of reading. I simply do not remember “not” being able to read. Do you? I know people who didn’t read until they got to grade school. But I remember reading before I got to kindergarten. I was the proverbial kid with the flashlight under the covers reading till the wee hours (probably only till 10pm but with an 8 o’clock bedtime 10 was pushing the envelope). I had very special places where I would hide and read. some of my fave’s were behind the green sofa, I was a long skinny girl and I could lay back there with a pillow for my head and if I positioned myself juuust right, I could read by the light of the table lamp. Sometimes our poodle, Pepe, would join me. Another place I could be found (after I got bigger) was in the linen closet. Mom didn’t store anything in the bottom of the closet, so in I would crawl, with a pillow and a flashlight and read the day away. I remember when I was about 8 or so my Uncle Frank must have heard me reading out loud, and he gently knocked on the linen closet door and when he opened the door he didn’t look surprised or say “get out of there, go outside and play” he just asked “what are you reading'” I don’t remember what it was but I told him and he sat down in the floor and let me read to him.
Probably my most wonderful place to read was up in the big oak tree in the back yard. I could reach the bottom limb by the age of 11 or 12 and after that, that’s where you would find me. I would take an old basket, put my book, a snack and a flashlight in it, in case it got dark, tie a rope to it and climb up to this magical place. There were 3 limbs perfect to reading, one to sit on, one to lean against and one to prop my feet on. Then I’d hoist up the basket.
Reading was not only a way to escape the tough times that childhood can be, but it feeds the imagination, it provides knowledge and understanding. It brings in light where there is darkness and dims the spotlight when you feel over exposed. It allows you to travel beyond your own back yard, to places both wild and exciting to scary and inviting. You can set sail, or ride bare back, you can fight monsters or hunt for treasure. You can join in the fight whether it be for Love or War. Reading allows children to soar when they haven’t yet grown wings.
Peace and light go with you Mr Sendak.
“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
(my family coat of arms)
OK I like to take personality tests, so shoot me. They’re fun and I know, just a little narcissistic. But did I mention the part about them being fun, especially on a slow day at work. Well, I found one that I hadn’t ever heard of before and get this, it’s designed around a medieval theme. Yep pictures of knights on horseback. For a while when I was younger I did the whole SCA thing, and I have friends that really lived the whole lifestyle. Personally, I just did it for the free beer. SCA folks were crafting home brewed beer long before it became cool. SCA? You ask. Have you been to a Renaissance fair? That’s them. http://www.sca.org/
But I doth digress, Verily, verily I say unto thee take the test, tis very short and easy. Let me knoweth how thou dost fair my lords and ladies.
According to the test I am a The Benevolent Ruler , they might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You are the idealistic social dreamer. Your overriding goal is to solve the people problems of your world. You are a social reformer who wants everyone to be happy in a world that you can visualize. You are exceptionally perceptive about the woes and needs of humankind. You often have the understanding and skill to readily conceive and implement the solutions to your perceptions. On the positive side, you are creatively persuasive, charismatic and ideologically concerned. On the negative side, you may be unrealistically sentimental, scattered and impulsive, as well as deviously manipulative. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today’s corporate kingdoms.
I know two of the outcomes are a ‘Shepherd’ and The Benevolent Ruler but I dont know the others, so let me know what your outcome is and we can start hatching a plan to take over the world. YOGA FOR EVERYONE! …. and free craft beer 🙂
I attended a Yoga Life Coach training this weekend in Nash-Vegas! Thats me on the back row, 6th from the left, next to the pretty girl in the blue. We had an amazing time and learned so much. This Sundays Haiku is for all the great beings I met there. Peace to you all.
Nice piece on EJ about tattoos, regrets moving on ect ect..
and now my 2 cents ……
..heres the thing ’bout tat’s, there are only a very few places on a women’s body where ink will never ‘run’, soto speak, i.e. sag drag droop. One of those places is the lower back, lots of ink done on the lower back for years, and all was good….then….. came along young girls with low low low pants, thong panties and innocent tattoos became tramp stamps. So I think its like everything else, Intention. The intention behind the act. Oh and nope I have no ink, oh I want some, always have, I have it all planned, drawn out and ready to go. But I’m, well….. cheap, and practical. For years it was monetary choices like ‘Milk for the boys or gas for the car’, never ‘hey lets put $200 into a tattoo’. Now it would seem that with all the kids grown and certainly I am financially better off, the choices are still there…’$200 for the ink or $200 towards the next yoga training’. And with 2 big trainings coming up in the next few months, so nope no tat’s….yet.