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Saturday, February 25, 2012


My plan this Saturday morning was to sleep in--7ish sounded good.
Was is the key word.
At 6:15 my middle daughters alarm woke me up--and seeing how she wasn't home to
turn it off...up I scuttled into her room, knowing I wasn't really turning it off correctly,
but hoping I might have been.
Snooze-time-later, approximately 7 minutes, I was up again and decided I did
get to sleep in, even if it wasn't 7am.

So--now at 9:15, I feel amazing.
Though my meditation was cut short because Sassy-cat, jumping off the table towards me,
I had clear visuals, sensations and thoughts in my 15 minutes.
This lead to applying for work--which is another story--and then for a lovely morning asana practice.

I have no clear plans for the day.
I will do some housework and stuff I generally procrastinate towards, but
I am free today to do what comes to me.

Smile at a stranger.

Wednesday, February 01, 2012


Finally, I did the slowest ever yoga flow in my memory, but I actually was able to move this morning.
It's been weeks since my back  decided to separate from the rest of my body.
I finally listened.
I didn't do any vigorous movement.
I taught without doing many poses, which I see as a helpful teaching blessing, but that meant
And I'm still limited, but this morning--I moved.

AHHHH...I thought I was going to cry.
All I could think of is--imagine not being able to move.
Imagine the floor was a scary place to be.
I can't.
And as I felt my body unwind...there I was again.
In my heart.
In my movement.

My yoga is more than asana, but the gentle energy brought about this morning from it,
is inspiring on this sunny, warm February morning.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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