Maybe She's Mental

My yoga instructors say 'The transitions are as important as the poses.'  Focus is required for every moment into a pose as well as during and then out of it.  If you don't get your leg wrapped high enough in eagle, you might not be able to wrap your toes around your calf.  If your base is too wide for warrior, your core will not be able to properly stabilize you.  I bring up transitions today because I am sitting here waiting for a very kind worker to pick up my boxes of work stuff and move it to my new location, my new department, my new work family.  I have enjoyed my 7 years in my current role, but I know change is constant and so I flow with it... with grace.... :) And so, I move on.  I enjoyed all the boisterous laughs (and sneezes) from down the hall, the daily trivia questions on the white board which I always pondered, but never answered, the bonding of the ladies with a common thread in the back room, the warm light of the maroon shaded lamps, the bathroom wit

Root Down -suggestion for ICU Patient I completed my first day of yoga teacher training. I decided I will reflect here rather than in my journal in which we're supposed to note whatever we feel like noting about our practice for the session.  I have my class on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and we will do one practice at each session.  Today my notes on the session were brief... 'bad mat, next time use a yoga mat rather than the pilates mat'.  I don't think it has to be deep does it?  I mean it's just the first day.... :) First impressions of the students:  They are very much novices.... either in yoga, teaching, or self.  Not a problem really... just an observation.  BUT I see a thread of honesty in them all.  This is a great rock on which to build! Today I happened to have a very powerful experience with a Reiki patient in the cardiac ICU (Intensive Care Unit).  In it, I realized how far I am coming in my ability to communicate and connect;  where to start

There are a lot of people in this world.  Full Stop. Why must I walk through the halls of my workplace and see:  a woman with an elbow that bends the opposite way mine does, a man whose left cheek is swollen and drooping like jowls on a dog, a little girl who looks to be about 9 months old, but who is actually old enough to talk, but won't because she's shy (BUT OH SO CUTE that I can't NOT stop and tell her she's darling), an elderly man walking with his wife with an oozing head wound, another elderly man sleeping in his wheelchair being pushed by his daughter in the busiest part of the clinic with live music surrounding, a man walking with a metal eye patch with tiny holes, the girl from hip hop who has NO rhythm what-so-ever singing opera to the piano in the grand lobby..... Why am I where I am? I can't handle looking at people in pain or disfigured.  What is my purpose in this environment?  Why do I KNOW that the woman singing has no body rhythmn?  Her vo

Oh what a pair... wine and chocolate!  Yes, I'm emotional eating/drinking tonight.  I accept this and embrace it!  DAMN those little chocolate chunks taste good with a nice red wine... and then I realized that they also taste great with peanut butter as I was making myself a snack for later... hahaha! Mother and Child in Bronze Ah, but let's not lose the focus.... why oh why did I need to get out the ever comforting pair?  Motherhood, teaching respect, earning respect, teaching and learning self-control, enduring hours of being asked the exact same question and demanding a different response (because it was not the favorable answer the first time), last minute URGENT requests to get a birthday present for a friend, stubborn personalities butting heads, no one eating the meals I prepare.... hmmmm I think that covers it... I sent a few recorded voice messages to a friend tonight and I sounded stoned.  HA!  I was trying to return to my sunshiny state upon returning from wo

Inside a sunflower... I was looking for a pair of black socks today.  I'm wearing pants because it's quite chilly outside.  I had been wearing dresses for months straight, but on days like this, I really wanted some thick fabric on my legs for when I get into the car at the end of the day and my poor 'Eileen' (that's the name of my car) is freezing.  I looked under my clothes drying rack in my bedroom and saw two black things that looked like my dress socks.  Many times there are various versions of children's socks that have no match there and I figured the two black ones that were there were also two singleton socks.  Yet... they looked so similar.... Inside this tunnel... SO beautiful! So I examined them with my hands this time... and felt the inside of the one because it seemed the outside of the other one was striped fabric..... upon further investigation, I realized that they were indeed a pair and that one of them was just turned inside out!