Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2014

purpose / beliefs / containment / hqppiness /


Right now I'm perfectly happy, but I've found that I have reached an unsettling - and somewhat surreal time - time in my life. I get the feeling that being in this space, much like many other aspects of getting older is something I'll get better with in time. The world has changed. Life has changed. I have changed. I am having one of those twisty conversations with myself that covers a million topics, to trace back how I got to talk about my life would require flow charts and recording devices, so I will just mosey onward with things I believe in. 

I believe in kindness, goodness, luck, and the importance of good juju. I believe in the Muppets, gene Kelley, Fred Astaire, and Hallelujah, and that Leonard Cohen, is indeed, one of our greatest poets. I believe in long walks, morning runs, holding hands, and keeping the thermostat low enough to still cuddle under the blankets. I believe in hand - written letters whenever possible, music, roses, and doing more kissing, than actually just thinking about it. I believe in the occasional drink, especially while discussing / pondering plot points and characters of life. 

I believe in love. I believe marriage isn't for everyone, but that everyone should consider the option. I believe in laughing every day, wiping away tears, trusting the universe (and oneself), marching to my own drummer, and appreciating the rain, cold and wet, and muddy as it may be. It cleanses. I believe dark chocolate is a birth right, I believe in back roads, forward glances, sunsets, sunrises, and stopping to both smell, and then to pick the roses. I believe in coffee, girlish glamour, great shoes, and turning to check out the man you just passed on the corner (the one with the great rear view). I believe happiness is just as worthy a goal as a corner office. I believe in saying " I love you" (I believe in meaning it as well). I believe that time spent together is never wasted. I believe being alone means having the freedom to daydream, while in your underwear, or nude, out on your back patio, and writing by lamplight until 3 a.m., singing along to embarrassing music that anyone in their right mind would turn off if they were there with you. But, they are not, so you can play it loudly, and often. I believe in living full - throated, all - encompassing and unadorned. 

I believe in the journey of life, each day blowing through your reserve, then, next day, refueling. I believe in reaching beyond your reach, where it cannot be quantified or contained. I believe in never forgetting, not the bigger things like birthdays, or even the smaller things, like the color of the dress you wore on that first date. I believe in 'quarter - life - crises' rather than 'mid - life crises'. I believe in finding someone to be your daily lifeline, and keeper of your secrets. Someone to hold you up, and right your footing, repeatedly, throughout life. I believe everyone feels adrift, confused, about what their purpose in life was, or what their next step should be. I believe the markers our society uses to define success -a degree, a job, children, leads to much unneeded soul searching. I believe in finding someone to be the reason you are not hiking by yourself somewhere, lost.

 I believe in giving the best and the worst of yourself. It makes you, more or less, normal. I believe in the moment of realization - the - light bulb instant when you realize just how much purpose can be found in neglected phrases, unsolved problems, moments of guilt, despair, and long nights of feeling worthless and obsolete. Those moments make you go after things with energy and zeal. I believe to - do lists are always bigger than what is logical and practical. 

I believe we are the people we meet, the dreams we have, and the conversations we engage in. That we take from these. That we are each the brightest light and the darkest corner. I believe that we are a collective of every experience we have had in life. We are every single day, as existence and words run through our veins and fill our minds. I believe in letting go, and holding on, and when to know the difference. I believe everyone has their own truth, their own journey, and their own source of joy(I believe in finding my own personal source) I believe the questions of life linger like a tiny splinter lodged under my skin, unnoticed when touched and then the annoyance lingers past the pain...have I finally found what I have been looking for?

Friday, July 4, 2014

green tea / boutique / cold spring ny /zen/ yoga


 So, if you are like me, you think, you ponder, you pester yourself with thoughts too obscure for the "average Joe" to even consider worrying about...what happens when I die? What happens if he dies first?  What if we both never die?  Will we run out of money? Will we have too much money for our own good? Will the weather be okay for July 4th? Or rain soaked grass to sit in for the fireworks? Will my boutique have a first sale? A couple of sales?  Will it have a zillion dollars by the end of the day? Should I have designed the canvas tote in Chile pepper red, rather than bluegrass blue? 
Will the teapot I favor the most be the first one to vacate the store? Or the only lonely one left behind, that no one admires, but apparently me? Should I wear a long sundress, or will I trip? Will a short one be too sassy for the grand opening? Should I make herbal ice tea for customers to sample and drink? Will I risk being sued for some weird allergic mundane reaction after the rudest customer of the day ingests it, and blows up like a balloon, or gasps for air? Should I wear heels? Should I wear flats? Should I go barefoot in the boutique, and just be very ZEN? Will my ex husband throw voodoo darts between my eyes all day, hoping for my epic failure? Will customers find my personal writings on the walls to be, well, too personal? Will anyone really give a sh**, other than myself? Or will the entire population of Cold Spring, NY love the sheer guts of me being able to bare myself so open that my skin shows raw? 

Okay, here goes....opening day at the boutique...later, I'll let you know how the day all ends

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

morning dew / roses / sneakers / spine


Clustering diamonds of breath precede me. Thanking my feet for the miles they have tread, and the profusion of sweat now frozen in time. Closing eyes to see, sun on my back, as legs draw closer to conclusion, clearing cobwebs along my path. Spine surging forth from the anchor of my legs, pulling so far back into my body that I do not know who I am, my breath, the thread now weaving through my mind and soul.
just because, I favor morning dew and roses!

How perfect is the dew of morning? Each time the petals of the rose move; I am tempted to retreat, peeling back the tangerine skin of all of me. Taking deep breaths, allowing my lungs to expand, my body performing action merely by thought, feeling the fabrication of an earthquake, expecting the ground soon to open up, in a moment of silence. A dance purrs through me, as I hold out my hand in a burning crush, blindfolded by my own fear. Some force today, is more than mildly pressing down on me, testing my strength, as I push back in yoga retreat. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

yogic/bendy

There aren't people who "can" yoga and people who "can't." Yoga just looks different on different bodies, but what is going on inside can be shared by all.
 
When I began my surgeries to repair my scalp (2005) 9 years ago, I woke up wrapped up like a mummy on a  hard and cold gurney, my body in more pain than I can think of words to describe.

In the dark unexplored places in my soul, mind, heart, blood, bones, muscle, and most importantly...breath....my yoga and running began again, I felt this inner call to a practice that I had known, and my life began to form again, from the inside to the out. Yoga had been my life before, and became my saving grace even more so afterwards. There are not people who "can" and people who "can't" in yoga, there are different poses and alignments that can accommodate us all.