i've updated my website. please visit!
now offering thai yoga bodywork...mmm, give it a try you won't regret it. so good for you!
i organized my yoga/massage room in my house, it is now clean and organized. what a nice feeling.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
ouchies
I wake up in the morning. I sit up slowly, sit on the edge of the bed. I feel stiffness in my lower back. Other areas feel sore from exercise the day before but this pales in comparison. It doesn't register. Only now, thinking away from the situation, do I feel these other little aches. It's the lower back region that immediately grabs me and forces me to stare at it.
I feel people who live with chronic pain are very misunderstood. They might be taken for being selfish, narcissistic even, instead of simply in a great deal of pain. Feeling pain every single day is a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. I've been thinking lately how chronic pain has made for a great deal of depression in my life. Feelings of helplessness, loneliness, unworthiness, and oftentimes feeling suicidal because there is no "end" in sight. Many times desperate attempts have been made to feel relief: a back crack, a neck crack, an alcoholic beverage, sleep, mindless eating, over-exercising, crying and feeling sorry for myself. Most of these actions were taken when I still worked behind a desk, sitting for very long periods of time, which ultimately led to the deepest pain I've ever experienced on a regular basis. There are days now when I feel angry because I don't make a lot of money, and I feel helpless as I remember that I actually can not go back to what I used to do for money: work at a desk 9-5.
Why does this make me feel helpless? The thought process usually goes something like this: I am frustrated because I want to make more money, there is a moment where I ask myself why I feel this way? And this (evil) part of me usually steps in to say, obviously, that this isn't the point - the point is that because of my back I can not work a 9-5 job, even if I wanted to. This makes me feel helpless...and pissed off. At what? My back, the situation, the people who don't take this issue seriously, the overeating I did yesterday because I just didn't care, the car I drive because I have to sit in it, all the people who just don't get it because they don't feel pain on a daily basis, you get the picture.
Do I sound sorry for myself? I kind of am. It's been a long, long time I've been feeling this way. It's become habit. Nowadays I realize this, and then continue to beat myself up for feeling this way - obviously not the solution. Just another mess. I try to be aware that I'm ok, in fact I'm more than ok, it takes a lot for me not to jump on the pity train and go far far away. It's as if being on that train is sort of what helps me to understand. I wish some other people were on the train with me.
I do have people in my life to talk to, but I'd like someone who really gets it, who identifies with the very real issue of chronic pain and the debilitating effects it can cause on a life.
In this moment I am irritated because my back hurts bad as I sit here and write this. I took a yoga class this morning, felt fine immediately following, and now the pain is back.
I know that people can feel quite unsettled when they hear other people complain. I don't want to complain, I want to share, to relate to someone, someone to relate to me. I think I just need to verbalize some deep-set feelings within, I'm not sure people take chronic pain seriously. Our society wants you to just get better. To shut up, and just deal with it. They believe a sickness is temporary, there's a medicine to fix it, a surgery to fix it, right? So strange, this situation to be in, so frustrating. It makes me feel...aloof, alone. Maybe I am unique.
I guess I'll leave it with a quote that runs through my mind almost every day by Ani Difranco:
"Would you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then don't cry."
I feel people who live with chronic pain are very misunderstood. They might be taken for being selfish, narcissistic even, instead of simply in a great deal of pain. Feeling pain every single day is a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. I've been thinking lately how chronic pain has made for a great deal of depression in my life. Feelings of helplessness, loneliness, unworthiness, and oftentimes feeling suicidal because there is no "end" in sight. Many times desperate attempts have been made to feel relief: a back crack, a neck crack, an alcoholic beverage, sleep, mindless eating, over-exercising, crying and feeling sorry for myself. Most of these actions were taken when I still worked behind a desk, sitting for very long periods of time, which ultimately led to the deepest pain I've ever experienced on a regular basis. There are days now when I feel angry because I don't make a lot of money, and I feel helpless as I remember that I actually can not go back to what I used to do for money: work at a desk 9-5.
Why does this make me feel helpless? The thought process usually goes something like this: I am frustrated because I want to make more money, there is a moment where I ask myself why I feel this way? And this (evil) part of me usually steps in to say, obviously, that this isn't the point - the point is that because of my back I can not work a 9-5 job, even if I wanted to. This makes me feel helpless...and pissed off. At what? My back, the situation, the people who don't take this issue seriously, the overeating I did yesterday because I just didn't care, the car I drive because I have to sit in it, all the people who just don't get it because they don't feel pain on a daily basis, you get the picture.
Do I sound sorry for myself? I kind of am. It's been a long, long time I've been feeling this way. It's become habit. Nowadays I realize this, and then continue to beat myself up for feeling this way - obviously not the solution. Just another mess. I try to be aware that I'm ok, in fact I'm more than ok, it takes a lot for me not to jump on the pity train and go far far away. It's as if being on that train is sort of what helps me to understand. I wish some other people were on the train with me.
I do have people in my life to talk to, but I'd like someone who really gets it, who identifies with the very real issue of chronic pain and the debilitating effects it can cause on a life.
In this moment I am irritated because my back hurts bad as I sit here and write this. I took a yoga class this morning, felt fine immediately following, and now the pain is back.
I know that people can feel quite unsettled when they hear other people complain. I don't want to complain, I want to share, to relate to someone, someone to relate to me. I think I just need to verbalize some deep-set feelings within, I'm not sure people take chronic pain seriously. Our society wants you to just get better. To shut up, and just deal with it. They believe a sickness is temporary, there's a medicine to fix it, a surgery to fix it, right? So strange, this situation to be in, so frustrating. It makes me feel...aloof, alone. Maybe I am unique.
I guess I'll leave it with a quote that runs through my mind almost every day by Ani Difranco:
"Would you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then don't cry."
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
now or never
it's now or never...time to take my workout routine out of the gym and into my own hands. it is the only time i see results and stick with it. by doing Ellen Barrett dvds at home, and other dvds, I feel way better and get a more well-rounded workout. i also need to get into taking Turtle for long walks again. i used to be very dedicated to my home workout regimen and really enjoyed it and the results. now is the time to begin again. what goes around comes around!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
poetry from 2002...wowzers
can it be
that you were there
just for me
that I counted it down
and then you came
I know (it is fact) that you followed me so well tonight
Because I saw you (watched you closely)
didn’t know you
but liked
your ideas
I could read them in you
you came to
!me!
and everything has echoed ever since
you came
to that road!
Where I exited,
you entered
your blood was warm inside your shoes
(I liked your socks)
and you
looking over your shoulder
as if the first few were not enough
but
(oh my god)
they were.
--
4.20.02
I’m so much lighter than you!
You were there, warming
Getting ready-oh my
(god god sweet I love this place lift me up hiiigher)
I’m lighter than you!
When you were young, I came to you
Where you were
I knew it by heart
I memorized it without you knowing
And I ran there every single night for a year
To be light with you and your touch
That gives me such a nostalgic essence
It takes me away from now
It brings me back to where I used to belong
With you
Nothing was so wrong then
Except empty blades of grass
I sang to you on the weekends
Handed you my hand
I rested my headache on your lap
Counted all of your hairs and
Warmed you
--
stay oh my god why don’t you?
I just warned you
It’s not enough?
Sweet you
Be wicked with me!
I’d love for you to
Be by my side
During each meal
I’d turn and smile
I’d love you
I’d turn your eyes into light.
that you were there
just for me
that I counted it down
and then you came
I know (it is fact) that you followed me so well tonight
Because I saw you (watched you closely)
didn’t know you
but liked
your ideas
I could read them in you
you came to
!me!
and everything has echoed ever since
you came
to that road!
Where I exited,
you entered
your blood was warm inside your shoes
(I liked your socks)
and you
looking over your shoulder
as if the first few were not enough
but
(oh my god)
they were.
--
4.20.02
I’m so much lighter than you!
You were there, warming
Getting ready-oh my
(god god sweet I love this place lift me up hiiigher)
I’m lighter than you!
When you were young, I came to you
Where you were
I knew it by heart
I memorized it without you knowing
And I ran there every single night for a year
To be light with you and your touch
That gives me such a nostalgic essence
It takes me away from now
It brings me back to where I used to belong
With you
Nothing was so wrong then
Except empty blades of grass
I sang to you on the weekends
Handed you my hand
I rested my headache on your lap
Counted all of your hairs and
Warmed you
--
stay oh my god why don’t you?
I just warned you
It’s not enough?
Sweet you
Be wicked with me!
I’d love for you to
Be by my side
During each meal
I’d turn and smile
I’d love you
I’d turn your eyes into light.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
New Hope
wrote this a while back, too. to my friend Ashley, we've definitely talked since i wrote this (4.14.2004), but not as much as i would like. miss this.
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Dear Ashley,
I’m near the water now, standing on the bridge, minutes from the dozens of shops we used to almost live in, and I’m very close to your favorite, the one with the stickers and candles you like so much. It’s very rainy, but I’m fine. The rain lets the water do its thing, straddling the legs of the bridge and punching the sides of the land with great strength. How are you? I want to find the love those shop owners once shoved in our faces—I wonder if our giggles that followed were riddles to their ears, or if inside there existed a kind of connection. I remember watching the ducks in that one pond, near the theater, and I would look at you and them, you and them, and then most likely we’d head to lunch after a cigarette. Summers are beautiful here. In my old car, before it went far off that road and died, we listened to good music, music we understood and felt. So many dollars we let melt out of the ATMs and into cash registers. But it didn’t matter, the future didn’t exist to us then, nothing else did except the streets with unusual shops and food and people. Now, today, I’m alone. No one I know is here, I can’t feel, and I’m hungry. I just went to that one ice cream shop that has the almond flavor we adored, with the mean employees that always seemed extremely bored with life. And the stairs where up top we threw away our cares and turned to books and magazines. In a desperate attempt I guess to somehow ignore the cold rain drops on me, I’m thinking of that place as I write you. And it’s working, kind of. We are slightly stoned as we saunter along the brightly lit streets. We just indulged in the almond flavored ice cream and I see that the summer is working hard for us, the night is lovely, and the idea comes to me that we should get tattoos. Tattoos below our shoes, I say. On our feet. Like sisters, friends, good friends, forever. But neither happened: not the tattooed feet, not the part about forever. That’s why I’m writing this letter, because this place is beautiful still, even when it’s raining hard, you’re still slipping through the cracks of the sidewalk as I check the clock above the bank and climb the stretch back to my car. Here I go again shouting aimlessly until there is no end, whispering to you the silent story of my life. I say whispering because I do not call, I write instead, as if all is ok when the truth is that I miss you terribly. Perhaps we’ll talk one day, maybe here at the restaurant with the outside seating. Do you think I’m asking too much? God knows I want the tea with all the sugar. He knows that I want the thick milk to stir it with. And when I sip the power, he also knows that I often think of you. I know I’m selfish and I’m so afraid to find out the truth that I hide in it because I can’t admit that I want to know the answer. I want two years ago back: when we shook our hips around and around and our eyes never once touched the ground. I still want to dance the streets at midnight with you, bow to the fancy moon at dawn, wrinkle our noses at people. I want to wear a morbid face as we swallow espresso in unison. I want to bow to the goddess, although our heads held high, drink from the almighty sky, then fall below into a shop with trashy hippie skirts. Perfect insanity led us to each other. Gotta love New Hope. Gotta love us.
---
Dear Ashley,
I’m near the water now, standing on the bridge, minutes from the dozens of shops we used to almost live in, and I’m very close to your favorite, the one with the stickers and candles you like so much. It’s very rainy, but I’m fine. The rain lets the water do its thing, straddling the legs of the bridge and punching the sides of the land with great strength. How are you? I want to find the love those shop owners once shoved in our faces—I wonder if our giggles that followed were riddles to their ears, or if inside there existed a kind of connection. I remember watching the ducks in that one pond, near the theater, and I would look at you and them, you and them, and then most likely we’d head to lunch after a cigarette. Summers are beautiful here. In my old car, before it went far off that road and died, we listened to good music, music we understood and felt. So many dollars we let melt out of the ATMs and into cash registers. But it didn’t matter, the future didn’t exist to us then, nothing else did except the streets with unusual shops and food and people. Now, today, I’m alone. No one I know is here, I can’t feel, and I’m hungry. I just went to that one ice cream shop that has the almond flavor we adored, with the mean employees that always seemed extremely bored with life. And the stairs where up top we threw away our cares and turned to books and magazines. In a desperate attempt I guess to somehow ignore the cold rain drops on me, I’m thinking of that place as I write you. And it’s working, kind of. We are slightly stoned as we saunter along the brightly lit streets. We just indulged in the almond flavored ice cream and I see that the summer is working hard for us, the night is lovely, and the idea comes to me that we should get tattoos. Tattoos below our shoes, I say. On our feet. Like sisters, friends, good friends, forever. But neither happened: not the tattooed feet, not the part about forever. That’s why I’m writing this letter, because this place is beautiful still, even when it’s raining hard, you’re still slipping through the cracks of the sidewalk as I check the clock above the bank and climb the stretch back to my car. Here I go again shouting aimlessly until there is no end, whispering to you the silent story of my life. I say whispering because I do not call, I write instead, as if all is ok when the truth is that I miss you terribly. Perhaps we’ll talk one day, maybe here at the restaurant with the outside seating. Do you think I’m asking too much? God knows I want the tea with all the sugar. He knows that I want the thick milk to stir it with. And when I sip the power, he also knows that I often think of you. I know I’m selfish and I’m so afraid to find out the truth that I hide in it because I can’t admit that I want to know the answer. I want two years ago back: when we shook our hips around and around and our eyes never once touched the ground. I still want to dance the streets at midnight with you, bow to the fancy moon at dawn, wrinkle our noses at people. I want to wear a morbid face as we swallow espresso in unison. I want to bow to the goddess, although our heads held high, drink from the almighty sky, then fall below into a shop with trashy hippie skirts. Perfect insanity led us to each other. Gotta love New Hope. Gotta love us.
hands and feet are all alike, but gold between divides us
some ooolllddd writings. circa 2004.
---
I want you to be more focused
on poetry, my ass, eyes, smile, and lips,
on the fact that we don’t have serious conversations.
I’d like for you to rub my back, soft and hard,
and thank me for letting you do it,
wanting to envelope me afterward, kissing my naked back, bare shoulders.
What is it with us? Are we ok?
I can’t stop looking in the mirror and I feel that this is a problem.
---
trying not to be loud by crying
trying not to cry loud while crying
desperately seeking someone to listen to me cry and not say a thing just
hold my entire body against theirs for a very
very long time.
---
Free write....
The time you went to a drugstore wearing red and wanted a hat but you will never look good in hats. Instead buy fish so that you can be free when you look at them, they’re cheap anyway, and very pretty. Free. They’re free unlike you who are taken by a girl under your belt you are wet by her and you are not strong enough to leave the vulnerable thoughts behind and concentrate on life rather than love. It is night and I’m sitting across the table at the library with Gerard. I am stating the obvious while he draws lines with a ruler with a pencil on a white piece of paper. He is concentrating and busy. My back is out of line, again, I am too strange to care, I care but I’m lazy and without money to go to the doctor. I need a massage. Maybe I’ll get a massage. Get rid of all the bad in my muscles and bones, let it crack healthily instead of by me, a forced crack that kills and injures, doesn’t help.
---
Sorry, sad Jeff Buckley music.
So sorrowful, so full
of words that most humans are afraid to speak
---
a girl at the bar in white pants
sings it.
Sings the songs that make her feel neat,
in place.
---
I want you to be more focused
on poetry, my ass, eyes, smile, and lips,
on the fact that we don’t have serious conversations.
I’d like for you to rub my back, soft and hard,
and thank me for letting you do it,
wanting to envelope me afterward, kissing my naked back, bare shoulders.
What is it with us? Are we ok?
I can’t stop looking in the mirror and I feel that this is a problem.
---
trying not to be loud by crying
trying not to cry loud while crying
desperately seeking someone to listen to me cry and not say a thing just
hold my entire body against theirs for a very
very long time.
---
Free write....
The time you went to a drugstore wearing red and wanted a hat but you will never look good in hats. Instead buy fish so that you can be free when you look at them, they’re cheap anyway, and very pretty. Free. They’re free unlike you who are taken by a girl under your belt you are wet by her and you are not strong enough to leave the vulnerable thoughts behind and concentrate on life rather than love. It is night and I’m sitting across the table at the library with Gerard. I am stating the obvious while he draws lines with a ruler with a pencil on a white piece of paper. He is concentrating and busy. My back is out of line, again, I am too strange to care, I care but I’m lazy and without money to go to the doctor. I need a massage. Maybe I’ll get a massage. Get rid of all the bad in my muscles and bones, let it crack healthily instead of by me, a forced crack that kills and injures, doesn’t help.
---
Sorry, sad Jeff Buckley music.
So sorrowful, so full
of words that most humans are afraid to speak
---
a girl at the bar in white pants
sings it.
Sings the songs that make her feel neat,
in place.
Monday, November 23, 2009
every search opens
opening
searching
everywhere
searching searching opening opening every
search
opening searching searching opening every
opening
searching searching opening everywhere everywhere
everywhere everywhere
search every opening
every search opens
open every search
:::
yesterday i went to a contemplative dance and authentic movement workshop...let's just say i had no idea what to expect. it was sort of like this: you know free writing? like putting pen to paper and not allowing pen to leave paper...just going and going, not thinking so much. imagine doing that but with movement. that's kind of what this workshop was! needless to say it was intensely raw, organic, open, emotional, awkward, scary, precious, authentic. very, very authentic. it wasn't even so much "dance" how you would think of "dance" in your mind. it was moving into stillness, seeing what came up, and then going with that. with closed eyes. with people watching you. at first that was just weird, but i had to commit to being totally open to the experience, it was that or be embarrassed and fearful. and what's fun about that? not much, just a lot of added tension that i really don't need. so i decided to be open to it all. for 3 hours i continued to surprise myself, i watched others open and take risks with their whole being, their entire heart. it was graceful and awkward and hard and soft. it really encompassed a little bit of everything and i'm so grateful for the experience. it was about getting out my head and into my body, and seeing what came up and being curious about all of it. pretty wild stuff!
searching
everywhere
searching searching opening opening every
search
opening searching searching opening every
opening
searching searching opening everywhere everywhere
everywhere everywhere
search every opening
every search opens
open every search
:::
yesterday i went to a contemplative dance and authentic movement workshop...let's just say i had no idea what to expect. it was sort of like this: you know free writing? like putting pen to paper and not allowing pen to leave paper...just going and going, not thinking so much. imagine doing that but with movement. that's kind of what this workshop was! needless to say it was intensely raw, organic, open, emotional, awkward, scary, precious, authentic. very, very authentic. it wasn't even so much "dance" how you would think of "dance" in your mind. it was moving into stillness, seeing what came up, and then going with that. with closed eyes. with people watching you. at first that was just weird, but i had to commit to being totally open to the experience, it was that or be embarrassed and fearful. and what's fun about that? not much, just a lot of added tension that i really don't need. so i decided to be open to it all. for 3 hours i continued to surprise myself, i watched others open and take risks with their whole being, their entire heart. it was graceful and awkward and hard and soft. it really encompassed a little bit of everything and i'm so grateful for the experience. it was about getting out my head and into my body, and seeing what came up and being curious about all of it. pretty wild stuff!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Dude...Do Yoga!
Thought I'd share a great article on why yoga is for everyone...including you dudes out there. Written by NYC Yoga Instructor and founder of Core Strength Vinyasa yoga, Sadie Nardini. Love this girl! Enjoy! :)
Places of Old
So I've moved to West Chester, PA and it is everything I could have hoped for of course. I love the town and have since I went to school there (West Chester University) and graduated in 2005. It's felt like home ever since, and I am happy to be back in the area. The town is quaint with all of the restaurants and shops and sweet little buildings with so much character. It's also always buzzing with people and events and things to see. The college students are funny/annoying, a town that will never grow old (weird, right?) There's all kinds of people there, all ages, and I appreciate that. I feel honored to be able to get in my car and drive 5 minutes, park, and be out and about among the streets of this gorgeous little town. Feels right.
Drove back to Berwyn close to our most recent apartment and even though it's been so recent since we've relocated, I got the old familiar ache in my stomach. I definitely get this when I go to Ephrata or Lancaster City (not so much Lansdale, where I grew up, for some reason), and I even used to get in West Chester a little when I would visit after moving away. It's this sort of dropping of the belly, a brief pain that isn't exactly painful, just present. As I drive around I notice the houses and I think, Ok good they're still there. A little smile, a breath.
I'm like that when I "go back" and revisit these old scenes, my old homes, my past lives in some small way. Wonder if others are like that too?
Drove back to Berwyn close to our most recent apartment and even though it's been so recent since we've relocated, I got the old familiar ache in my stomach. I definitely get this when I go to Ephrata or Lancaster City (not so much Lansdale, where I grew up, for some reason), and I even used to get in West Chester a little when I would visit after moving away. It's this sort of dropping of the belly, a brief pain that isn't exactly painful, just present. As I drive around I notice the houses and I think, Ok good they're still there. A little smile, a breath.
I'm like that when I "go back" and revisit these old scenes, my old homes, my past lives in some small way. Wonder if others are like that too?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
a class
i am surrounded by people, so a tendency to compete creeps up throughout the class, and i am again and again returning to my own breathing, my own sweat, and my physical sensation. i am in eagle pose. it's hard, really really hard to keep up with this practice. i lift my elbows, i sink my hips. i smile at myself because i used to loathe this very pose. with practice, with years of practice, i can slip in and out of balance postures with grace. i have more control over my muscles and i hear where they are going, where they want to go, where i want them to go. i find a balance within the balance. through the flow i use my arm strength, and am aware that i should use more upper back strength as well. i need this. i need chaturanga, up dog, down dog, repeat. i need to flow through these things with grace, i love it, and it's so hard. my back tells me this: do this practice 1.5 hours a day, really? that often? i need to do that, get back into that like i used to. it's hard. we start off in child's pose, and i know what's coming: the guts and the glory. it's sort of strange how at the first few sun salutations are more like eye openers, and then as i open i am faced with just plain goodness. just the link of breath with movement. when i don't practice this practice i feel it. so it's worth it, it may take a minute to admit it but it's worth it. it may be freakin hard as hell...but i love it.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Savasana
My mom shared this with me after taking one of my yoga classes. I've been wanting to put the yoga experience into words like this for a long time! She's also written a book, which you can find here :)
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Savasana
Before I opened the door I smelled the Pacholli. The incense filled the crisp night air causing me to wonder...
I took this as a good sign. I am blessed.
My daughter is my yoga instuctor and she is not a cynic.
I am stong and yet, my left leg shakes during the lunge...warrior pose i think.
To be a warrior I must breathe and stare at the outlet on the wall,
to look elsewhere is to lose my balance. Sometimes I can do it
other times I wobble and look very silly.
She works me hard and I can hardly stand it, stand up. Reach.
She asks me to reach and stretch and open up my fingers to the sky.
My left lung is damaged from my life, my path...
it hurts me deeply. I feel it thru and thru and thru,
this ouch in my chest and, of course, in my mind.
But I must reach up and look, see those fingers.
There is no condemnation to be found in this hardwood room;
candles illuminate softly, reminding
pressing into us that we too should not be hard on
ourselves. That we should illuminate our light.
She presses down into my stretch with her hands
a gentle force, she holds my head, my skull and pulls it away
streching the spine, releasing stress.
i like it and smile. i try not to smile. i should be serious i think, but i am not sure.
After the moves and poses and ballet of it all~ at times it feels like ballet, so graceful
i get to rest, lay on my mat and put into my mind nothing
or accept what is there. my intentions may be revisited. i have breathed into them
this evening and let them go
rather than rule...
savasana makes me weep
at her beauty and skill and soft words and stong hold
and my bad lungs.
Savasana fills my eyes with tears that run down my cheeks quietly
in the glow of candle.
and no one knows it. not even her.
Afterwards i tell her, embarressed and a little ashamed about the lung
and she hugs me, because that is what she is
my yoga teacher.
---
Savasana
Before I opened the door I smelled the Pacholli. The incense filled the crisp night air causing me to wonder...
I took this as a good sign. I am blessed.
My daughter is my yoga instuctor and she is not a cynic.
I am stong and yet, my left leg shakes during the lunge...warrior pose i think.
To be a warrior I must breathe and stare at the outlet on the wall,
to look elsewhere is to lose my balance. Sometimes I can do it
other times I wobble and look very silly.
She works me hard and I can hardly stand it, stand up. Reach.
She asks me to reach and stretch and open up my fingers to the sky.
My left lung is damaged from my life, my path...
it hurts me deeply. I feel it thru and thru and thru,
this ouch in my chest and, of course, in my mind.
But I must reach up and look, see those fingers.
There is no condemnation to be found in this hardwood room;
candles illuminate softly, reminding
pressing into us that we too should not be hard on
ourselves. That we should illuminate our light.
She presses down into my stretch with her hands
a gentle force, she holds my head, my skull and pulls it away
streching the spine, releasing stress.
i like it and smile. i try not to smile. i should be serious i think, but i am not sure.
After the moves and poses and ballet of it all~ at times it feels like ballet, so graceful
i get to rest, lay on my mat and put into my mind nothing
or accept what is there. my intentions may be revisited. i have breathed into them
this evening and let them go
rather than rule...
savasana makes me weep
at her beauty and skill and soft words and stong hold
and my bad lungs.
Savasana fills my eyes with tears that run down my cheeks quietly
in the glow of candle.
and no one knows it. not even her.
Afterwards i tell her, embarressed and a little ashamed about the lung
and she hugs me, because that is what she is
my yoga teacher.
Monday, October 12, 2009
something to say
i used to live in west chester and now i live here again. danielle and i bought our first house and are all moved in and we love it. three floors, with finished basement, two full baths, two bedrooms, and lots of trees all around. every window you look out you see trees! bliss! i love feeling rooted and being able to drop my belongings in a room and now i can settle in at my own pace, enjoying the choices of where to put things, and then sitting in it knowing you're not rushed. no lease. no rent. money is being well spent. ahhhhh. so nice.
today we get fios cable, which i am excited about but also afraid of because i know i can get easily sucked in to watching....everything. but i am excited for fit tv, or whatever it's called, so i can do yoga on demand.
today we get fios cable, which i am excited about but also afraid of because i know i can get easily sucked in to watching....everything. but i am excited for fit tv, or whatever it's called, so i can do yoga on demand.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
couch session
i'm into stuff like:
joseph arthur
meeting folks who teach yoga
3-legged downdog
turning the tv off and closing my eyes
hangin with two beautiful german sheperds until sunday
headstand 101 workshop this saturday
believing in my own power
hazlenut coffee
livin in a new house next weekend
teaching with my hands
opening throat chakra
laying down and taking care of myself
being in movement like all the time
remembering over and over again that this moment is a wonderful moment
trying accupuncture for back
chilly temps
no music in the car
taking a yoga class everyday of the week
joseph arthur
meeting folks who teach yoga
3-legged downdog
turning the tv off and closing my eyes
hangin with two beautiful german sheperds until sunday
headstand 101 workshop this saturday
believing in my own power
hazlenut coffee
livin in a new house next weekend
teaching with my hands
opening throat chakra
laying down and taking care of myself
being in movement like all the time
remembering over and over again that this moment is a wonderful moment
trying accupuncture for back
chilly temps
no music in the car
taking a yoga class everyday of the week
Saturday, September 5, 2009
last day
It's my last Saturday at the libary, and Tuesday will be my official Last Day. Feels good and right.
Looking over an old livejournal post, seems relevant to my current situation, my upcoming change, so I'll share here:
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today it's kind of windy, i rather be in front of a tv drinking wine.i just sat in child's pose inside my cubicle on the floor. sometimes this happens in the emptiness of afternoons here, after people around have left, when there's less risk of being exposed. sometimes i realize i am there after the fact, when i am already in it. my body tells me what to do. i think most while drinking tea, green, after it's cooled a little. sat in a 2 hour meeting today to learn a new program. bullshit. i'll feel bad when i leave here but not that bad. i have my suspicions of others who are on their way out as well. some of us will leave, most will stay. most have stayed here. i looked around the room at this meeting earlier and realized how much i must stick out here. i already knew this, but i really do. sometimes i think i fit, but then there are moments when everyone might as well be pointing at me, i am so aloof. part of it is by choice, because i feel so different here. it's the job that isn't me. it's not their fault really. i just don't belong here. some things can not be explained. kevin left 2 bananas for me, he's taking off wed-fri. he will miss the 2nd part of the meeting, another 2 hours where they try to get us psyched up for this new computer program we need to learn. it is bullshit. i have a difficult time taking computers seriously, taking this company and the people i work for seriously. it's better if i leave because i'm not one of those people who are good at going through the motions no matter what. i need to feel something. almost 4. then off to pick up prescription and some fruit/veggies. i wish i knew how to grocery shop/cook. i never know what to make. i bought Children of Men, i want to watch that. it was so cool in the theater, but in the end the book wins. i'm not sure where i will go but i know it will be with Danielle, the person who knows me better than i know myself. it's scary to think i have to make myself who i want to be, but i'm excited to see who i will become. it always comes back to yoga, no matter what. to movement in general. maybe i hurt my back for a reason...i don't regret. i would not be in this body if it weren't for it, even though i curse it all the time because of pain. maybe i would choose to work in an office for the next however many years, but i know i can't do that. it's so unnatural to me..especially when i have the ability to do something i want to do, again it's scary because i have to make it happen, but it's not the kind of scary like thinking about the next 20 years sitting inside a cube...we will see.
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That was from when I worked at Cadmus. Isn't it weird that in a few days I will no longer sit behind a desk for money? It always comes back to yoga, like I said over two years ago, and indeed it has...in a huge way. : )
Looking over an old livejournal post, seems relevant to my current situation, my upcoming change, so I'll share here:
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today it's kind of windy, i rather be in front of a tv drinking wine.i just sat in child's pose inside my cubicle on the floor. sometimes this happens in the emptiness of afternoons here, after people around have left, when there's less risk of being exposed. sometimes i realize i am there after the fact, when i am already in it. my body tells me what to do. i think most while drinking tea, green, after it's cooled a little. sat in a 2 hour meeting today to learn a new program. bullshit. i'll feel bad when i leave here but not that bad. i have my suspicions of others who are on their way out as well. some of us will leave, most will stay. most have stayed here. i looked around the room at this meeting earlier and realized how much i must stick out here. i already knew this, but i really do. sometimes i think i fit, but then there are moments when everyone might as well be pointing at me, i am so aloof. part of it is by choice, because i feel so different here. it's the job that isn't me. it's not their fault really. i just don't belong here. some things can not be explained. kevin left 2 bananas for me, he's taking off wed-fri. he will miss the 2nd part of the meeting, another 2 hours where they try to get us psyched up for this new computer program we need to learn. it is bullshit. i have a difficult time taking computers seriously, taking this company and the people i work for seriously. it's better if i leave because i'm not one of those people who are good at going through the motions no matter what. i need to feel something. almost 4. then off to pick up prescription and some fruit/veggies. i wish i knew how to grocery shop/cook. i never know what to make. i bought Children of Men, i want to watch that. it was so cool in the theater, but in the end the book wins. i'm not sure where i will go but i know it will be with Danielle, the person who knows me better than i know myself. it's scary to think i have to make myself who i want to be, but i'm excited to see who i will become. it always comes back to yoga, no matter what. to movement in general. maybe i hurt my back for a reason...i don't regret. i would not be in this body if it weren't for it, even though i curse it all the time because of pain. maybe i would choose to work in an office for the next however many years, but i know i can't do that. it's so unnatural to me..especially when i have the ability to do something i want to do, again it's scary because i have to make it happen, but it's not the kind of scary like thinking about the next 20 years sitting inside a cube...we will see.
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That was from when I worked at Cadmus. Isn't it weird that in a few days I will no longer sit behind a desk for money? It always comes back to yoga, like I said over two years ago, and indeed it has...in a huge way. : )
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
i'm a yoga teacher
You can find me teaching some sweet yoga here:
ocean earth wind fire: www.oceanearthwindfire.com
Dhyana Yoga - Main Line location: http://www.dhyana-yoga.com/
Upper Main Line YMCA: www.umly.org
I also teach private or small group instruction - from beginner to advanced. All levels, all good. Contact me for more details :) Stay well.
ocean earth wind fire: www.oceanearthwindfire.com
Dhyana Yoga - Main Line location: http://www.dhyana-yoga.com/
Upper Main Line YMCA: www.umly.org
I also teach private or small group instruction - from beginner to advanced. All levels, all good. Contact me for more details :) Stay well.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
hum of locusts and air conditioners
Refiguring my to do's, my importants, and my no thank you's.
Learning to acknowledge things that are hurting me -- letting people know that I feel this way, and not feeling guilty about it.
Wanting more nature in my life...wearing the color green now more than ever.
I have a chronic wrist issue now.
Addicted to coffee.
Excited to mingle with old friends again.
Establishing myself as a yoga teacher. In two weeks, I will only be teaching yoga for income.
It's been a very enjoyable summer.
I don't need a vacation to feel free, relaxed, and detached.
Thankful for new people in my life.
Committing to a sense of curiosity for where my career is going, and maintaining a compassion for myself and my journey along the way.
Loving the colors burnt orange, maroon, pretty purples..
Seeing Britney Spears in a matter of days.
Need a dance community in my life. Some sort of group that does modern dance/yoga/ish stuff. Ideas? This is my missing link in my life right now.
Power Vinyasa Yoga is my dance at the moment.
Learning to talk less, be more.
Reading when I want to, which isn't much these days. Not feeling bad about it.
So happy I don't have cable.
Meditating a bit, but whenever I do I cry. This is ok, even needed.
Missing some old friends pretty badly.
Always coming back to The Walkmen, my old reliable.
So not a city person at the moment, but probably will be again once fall arrives.
Loving the scent of lavender and its relaxing qualities.
It's been a Dave Matthews in the car with the windows down kind of summer.
Grateful for many things, including the love of my life who puts things into perspective for me.
Learning to acknowledge things that are hurting me -- letting people know that I feel this way, and not feeling guilty about it.
Wanting more nature in my life...wearing the color green now more than ever.
I have a chronic wrist issue now.
Addicted to coffee.
Excited to mingle with old friends again.
Establishing myself as a yoga teacher. In two weeks, I will only be teaching yoga for income.
It's been a very enjoyable summer.
I don't need a vacation to feel free, relaxed, and detached.
Thankful for new people in my life.
Committing to a sense of curiosity for where my career is going, and maintaining a compassion for myself and my journey along the way.
Loving the colors burnt orange, maroon, pretty purples..
Seeing Britney Spears in a matter of days.
Need a dance community in my life. Some sort of group that does modern dance/yoga/ish stuff. Ideas? This is my missing link in my life right now.
Power Vinyasa Yoga is my dance at the moment.
Learning to talk less, be more.
Reading when I want to, which isn't much these days. Not feeling bad about it.
So happy I don't have cable.
Meditating a bit, but whenever I do I cry. This is ok, even needed.
Missing some old friends pretty badly.
Always coming back to The Walkmen, my old reliable.
So not a city person at the moment, but probably will be again once fall arrives.
Loving the scent of lavender and its relaxing qualities.
It's been a Dave Matthews in the car with the windows down kind of summer.
Grateful for many things, including the love of my life who puts things into perspective for me.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
the powers that be
So I been practicing power yoga a lot these days. I'm doing a teacher training at Power Yoga Works which is totally sweet and awesome and everything I need in my life right now. I'm so tired right now but I told myself earlier that I would update this darn thing so I am.
Last weekend we worked on backbends and I think I found the closest thing to a cure for my back: get over yourself and do full wheel in every class, more than once. As it turns out, I was babying my back. It's very important to baby my back, but I need to compliment that with the strength building back bends. I usually practice bridge or modified bridge with a block, but turns out that's not really what my back is looking for. After two days of practicing locust, camel, bridge, wheel...I felt freakin incredible. No pain. Going into it I thought that the opposite would result, but no. I was so...wow. Stunned, really. This discovery was one that only reinforced my decision to do this training.
Now I love me some Yin Yoga, don't get me wrong. But too many forward bends, especially when they are held for minutes and minutes, can actually do more harm than good for my low back, with its herniated discs, stenosis, degeneration and all that. I was on a break from yin but now I am back. It's definitely helping me. I think because I'm taking my backbends more seriously in my "other" yoga practice...
In other non-yoga news, I love my dog and we're going to cuddle now and sleep.
Last weekend we worked on backbends and I think I found the closest thing to a cure for my back: get over yourself and do full wheel in every class, more than once. As it turns out, I was babying my back. It's very important to baby my back, but I need to compliment that with the strength building back bends. I usually practice bridge or modified bridge with a block, but turns out that's not really what my back is looking for. After two days of practicing locust, camel, bridge, wheel...I felt freakin incredible. No pain. Going into it I thought that the opposite would result, but no. I was so...wow. Stunned, really. This discovery was one that only reinforced my decision to do this training.
Now I love me some Yin Yoga, don't get me wrong. But too many forward bends, especially when they are held for minutes and minutes, can actually do more harm than good for my low back, with its herniated discs, stenosis, degeneration and all that. I was on a break from yin but now I am back. It's definitely helping me. I think because I'm taking my backbends more seriously in my "other" yoga practice...
In other non-yoga news, I love my dog and we're going to cuddle now and sleep.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Michael Jackson..."Boy Prince"
I am fascinated with the childlike essence of Michael Jackson. He never got to grow up like everybody else. Everything about him screams little boy. All controversy aside, there's no denying that he changed the world. This article touches on the inner child and how it relates to MJ.
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Commentary
By Michael Ventre
msnbc.com contributor
updated 8:16 p.m. ET June 25, 2009
Most kings are destined to be remembered as kings, not as the person they had been before ascending to power. Even though Michael Jackson earned recognition as the King of Pop, the legacy he leaves is that of a boy prince.
Michael Jackson was never comfortable in the adult world. Early on he recognized he would be the happiest in the land of Ferris wheels, cotton candy, docile animals and 24/7 playtime, and he clung to that life. He looked at film of the Jackson 5, circa 1968, noticed the front man was a kid, and wondered whatever happened to that boy’s childhood.
Michael Jackson passed away today. It’s always sad when parents outlast their children. It’s even sadder when the inner child and the adult can’t decide who will go first.
In 1966, when Michael Jackson was almost 8, the Jackson 5 was born. Soon after, these talented young men from Gary, Ind., found themselves playing in seedy nightclubs and dodgy strip joints. That isn’t so bad, in most cases. The musical artist who demands only a dignified path to stardom usually spends a lonely life in the garage or basement. Humble beginnings, or even humiliating ones, come with the territory.
But when you’re a kid, and your father is pushing you ever harder to work and achieve and succeed like Joseph Jackson pushed, the road becomes mean and the spirit turns cold. Michael’s boyhood was Dickensian, even though he grew up in a tight African-American family from an unforgiving industrial region of the Midwest that went on to become rich.
The world knew that Michael Jackson — the 8-year-old with the mini-Afro, the 1,000-watt smile and the footwork of a vaudevillian — as being perennially upbeat. But inside, he had to be wishing that he could skip the next gig and hang out with some kids his age. He had to be lamenting the fact that while the family was going places, he wanted to remain behind a little longer in childhood.
As he grew older, he became a greatly admired creative force. The “Off the Wall” album in 1979 sent his star into a new galaxy. “Thriller,” in 1982, became the biggest-selling album of all time. He had movie projects, he bought the Beatles’ catalog, he did “Captain EO” for Disney theme parks, he co-wrote “We Are the World.” He seemed to have his gloved hand in everything.
Fame made him tabloid fodder
But amid all the success, there was the residual dissatisfaction and longing. The more famous he became, the more he seemed to withdraw from the attention, usually in highly peculiar ways. Much of what was written about him was fiction. Yet because he had a chimpanzee, because he owned Neverland Ranch with all its childlike wonder, because he seemed to alter his physical appearance with each public appearance, he was constant fodder for the media, legitimate and otherwise.
He also made headlines with two marriages, first to Lisa Marie Presley and then to Deborah Rowe, with whom he had two children. The scrutiny intensified.
Like any showman, Jackson drew the spotlight to himself. He was quiet, soft-spoken and fragile, but he knew the business as well as anyone. The freak, the eccentric, the “Wacko Jacko,” might all have been unflattering descriptions, but a lot of the buzz was the result of his own orchestration. He knew that when Michael Jackson set one foot onto any stage, the klieg lights would illuminate it. And when he could work it to his advantage, he did just that.
The struggle between the naïve child and the savvy grown man turned Michael Jackson into a riddle of which the press and the public never grew tired.
The interest was never greater than during Jackson’s trial on sexual molestation charges near Santa Barbara, Calif., in 2003. He was eventually acquitted, but it revealed the most inappropriate aspects of Jackson’s desire to be among children. Whether you were a cynic who felt he was a pedophile who escaped justice, or whether you were a supporter who believed he was a misunderstood genius who only wanted to help people, he certainly seemed to invite trouble, whether through naivete or lasciviousness or a strange brew of both.
After that, there were various Michael Jackson reports. He was living in Bahrain. He was living in Nevada. He was preparing a major tour. He was pondering an extended engagement in Vegas. He lost Neverland Ranch. He made a deal to save it.
What usually was missing from any Michael Jackson report in the past 25 years or so was the music. There was a time when soul and rhythm and blues ruled, when Motown was a dominant force in the record business, when acts such as Stevie Wonder and Diana Ross and the Temptations and the Four Tops and Marvin Gaye were as big in their world as the Beatles and Elvis Presley were in theirs.
They didn’t get that way through subterfuge, gimmicks or spin. They crafted radio-friendly songs that were vibrant and passionate and original, and they made an impact on the music business that is still felt today in newer generations of artists.
The Jacksons were right in the middle of all that. They produced hits such as “I’ll Be There,” “I Want You Back,” “ABC” and “Never Can Say Goodbye” that burned up the charts and remain pop classics. Then Michael went solo and combined songwriting prowess with performance legerdemain to become one of the most astonishing acts ever. Songs such as “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough,” “Rock With You,” “Billie Jean,” “Beat It” and “Thriller,” to name a few, have endured — and will endure.
Perhaps those songs will make future generations forget about the unusual and the unfortunate involving a modern-day prince with king-sized accomplishments and a child’s imagination.
© 2009 msnbc.com.
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Commentary
By Michael Ventre
msnbc.com contributor
updated 8:16 p.m. ET June 25, 2009
Most kings are destined to be remembered as kings, not as the person they had been before ascending to power. Even though Michael Jackson earned recognition as the King of Pop, the legacy he leaves is that of a boy prince.
Michael Jackson was never comfortable in the adult world. Early on he recognized he would be the happiest in the land of Ferris wheels, cotton candy, docile animals and 24/7 playtime, and he clung to that life. He looked at film of the Jackson 5, circa 1968, noticed the front man was a kid, and wondered whatever happened to that boy’s childhood.
Michael Jackson passed away today. It’s always sad when parents outlast their children. It’s even sadder when the inner child and the adult can’t decide who will go first.
In 1966, when Michael Jackson was almost 8, the Jackson 5 was born. Soon after, these talented young men from Gary, Ind., found themselves playing in seedy nightclubs and dodgy strip joints. That isn’t so bad, in most cases. The musical artist who demands only a dignified path to stardom usually spends a lonely life in the garage or basement. Humble beginnings, or even humiliating ones, come with the territory.
But when you’re a kid, and your father is pushing you ever harder to work and achieve and succeed like Joseph Jackson pushed, the road becomes mean and the spirit turns cold. Michael’s boyhood was Dickensian, even though he grew up in a tight African-American family from an unforgiving industrial region of the Midwest that went on to become rich.
The world knew that Michael Jackson — the 8-year-old with the mini-Afro, the 1,000-watt smile and the footwork of a vaudevillian — as being perennially upbeat. But inside, he had to be wishing that he could skip the next gig and hang out with some kids his age. He had to be lamenting the fact that while the family was going places, he wanted to remain behind a little longer in childhood.
As he grew older, he became a greatly admired creative force. The “Off the Wall” album in 1979 sent his star into a new galaxy. “Thriller,” in 1982, became the biggest-selling album of all time. He had movie projects, he bought the Beatles’ catalog, he did “Captain EO” for Disney theme parks, he co-wrote “We Are the World.” He seemed to have his gloved hand in everything.
Fame made him tabloid fodder
But amid all the success, there was the residual dissatisfaction and longing. The more famous he became, the more he seemed to withdraw from the attention, usually in highly peculiar ways. Much of what was written about him was fiction. Yet because he had a chimpanzee, because he owned Neverland Ranch with all its childlike wonder, because he seemed to alter his physical appearance with each public appearance, he was constant fodder for the media, legitimate and otherwise.
He also made headlines with two marriages, first to Lisa Marie Presley and then to Deborah Rowe, with whom he had two children. The scrutiny intensified.
Like any showman, Jackson drew the spotlight to himself. He was quiet, soft-spoken and fragile, but he knew the business as well as anyone. The freak, the eccentric, the “Wacko Jacko,” might all have been unflattering descriptions, but a lot of the buzz was the result of his own orchestration. He knew that when Michael Jackson set one foot onto any stage, the klieg lights would illuminate it. And when he could work it to his advantage, he did just that.
The struggle between the naïve child and the savvy grown man turned Michael Jackson into a riddle of which the press and the public never grew tired.
The interest was never greater than during Jackson’s trial on sexual molestation charges near Santa Barbara, Calif., in 2003. He was eventually acquitted, but it revealed the most inappropriate aspects of Jackson’s desire to be among children. Whether you were a cynic who felt he was a pedophile who escaped justice, or whether you were a supporter who believed he was a misunderstood genius who only wanted to help people, he certainly seemed to invite trouble, whether through naivete or lasciviousness or a strange brew of both.
After that, there were various Michael Jackson reports. He was living in Bahrain. He was living in Nevada. He was preparing a major tour. He was pondering an extended engagement in Vegas. He lost Neverland Ranch. He made a deal to save it.
What usually was missing from any Michael Jackson report in the past 25 years or so was the music. There was a time when soul and rhythm and blues ruled, when Motown was a dominant force in the record business, when acts such as Stevie Wonder and Diana Ross and the Temptations and the Four Tops and Marvin Gaye were as big in their world as the Beatles and Elvis Presley were in theirs.
They didn’t get that way through subterfuge, gimmicks or spin. They crafted radio-friendly songs that were vibrant and passionate and original, and they made an impact on the music business that is still felt today in newer generations of artists.
The Jacksons were right in the middle of all that. They produced hits such as “I’ll Be There,” “I Want You Back,” “ABC” and “Never Can Say Goodbye” that burned up the charts and remain pop classics. Then Michael went solo and combined songwriting prowess with performance legerdemain to become one of the most astonishing acts ever. Songs such as “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough,” “Rock With You,” “Billie Jean,” “Beat It” and “Thriller,” to name a few, have endured — and will endure.
Perhaps those songs will make future generations forget about the unusual and the unfortunate involving a modern-day prince with king-sized accomplishments and a child’s imagination.
© 2009 msnbc.com.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Inner Child Yoga
I will be holding a "Yoga for the Inner Child" workshop at Ocean Earth Wind Fire (www.oceanearthwindfire.com) in Phoenixville June 13. Here is some info in case ya'll are in a playful mood. :)
What does “Yoga for the Inner Child” mean?
The concept of the Inner Child represents the feeling, creative, vulnerable, and playful part of ourselves. As adults, we may think it’s silly or immature to connect with this part of ourselves. After all, we’re not kids anymore, right? Maybe somebody told you that it wasn’t ok to feel your feelings as a kid, and so you’ve brought that into adulthood. When this is the case, our Inner Child shuts down, but wants deeply to be out in the open. It is our responsibility to let the Inner Child know she is safe to do just that, to be spontaneous and cry and laugh and do whatever it is children do without even thinking about it.
When we fully embrace the Inner Child, we honor our truest spirit and give ourselves permission to feel and live out loud again, instead of looking toward outside sources for approval. The Inner Child could also be called our inner voice or truest self.
It is when we neglect our bodies and our deepest desires that the Inner Child feels betrayed. When we aren’t listening to our inner voice, we may notice tension build in the body, frequent headaches, lack of sleep, etc. Our yoga practice is a beautiful place to embrace our childlike needs and learn how to honor them. Child’s pose and Happy Baby are just the beginning – each yoga pose is an opportunity to become childlike as you listen to the body and observe your experience in a fresh new light. In yoga, you can practice loving your Inner Child without judgment and without feeling rushed. Notice whatever feelings come up and observe with compassion and curiosity – remember that it is your choice to take on the responsibility of loving parent to the child within, so be careful not to criticize. You can learn to discover your Inner Child’s joy and wisdom and allow that to dance with the serious adult.
What brought me to connect the concept of the Inner Child with Yoga?
I began to link the idea of yoga and the Inner Child in my own quest for a deeper understanding of my life today. Of course, this brought me all the way back to childhood! Everyone is affected by childhood in some way. Each person’s experience is unique. Some of us do not allow ourselves to feel our feelings, and so our childlike spirit within thinks she’s not allowed to exist. I found that my yoga practice is a beautiful place to practice self-acceptance and listen in to my more playful side, the child who knows what she wants. When you’ve provided a safe space for the child to speak up, it is up to you to be a good listener. Yoga is where the Inner Child can come out to play with the serious adult. Reconnecting with your Inner Child may help you begin healing emotional and physical trauma stored deep inside. In yoga we can practice this new experience without criticism and pressure.
How else does the Inner Child relate to our yoga practice?
In yoga…
We learn to slow down and relax more – Our Inner Child loves this! You are honoring her as you slow down.
We experience new things – Many of us hold onto past childhood traumas and are afraid to feel the anxiety and fear that may come as we approach new situations. Through yoga and the practice of surrender we honor our bodies and do what feels right. We are among others who are feeling their own experiences. We allow ourselves to feel buried emotions. Whether the child within comes out to laugh, smile, or cry, we let her know it’s ok to experience new things with curiosity and compassion.
We give ourselves the time and permission to be present – We can choose to be in “child time.” In yoga class, it’s our teacher’s job to keep track of time while we can focus on the present. Then we can pay close attention to our experiences unfolding before us and relish in the gift of time we’ve given ourselves.
We practice unconditional self-acceptance – As a child, and now, we may not have been accepted and so may carry shame. Even if we were good children, we may not have received the message of unconditional love. In yoga, we don’t have to run away from our shame; we can tell our Inner Child that it doesn’t have to hide anymore. Your love is unconditional for her.
What does “Yoga for the Inner Child” mean?
The concept of the Inner Child represents the feeling, creative, vulnerable, and playful part of ourselves. As adults, we may think it’s silly or immature to connect with this part of ourselves. After all, we’re not kids anymore, right? Maybe somebody told you that it wasn’t ok to feel your feelings as a kid, and so you’ve brought that into adulthood. When this is the case, our Inner Child shuts down, but wants deeply to be out in the open. It is our responsibility to let the Inner Child know she is safe to do just that, to be spontaneous and cry and laugh and do whatever it is children do without even thinking about it.
When we fully embrace the Inner Child, we honor our truest spirit and give ourselves permission to feel and live out loud again, instead of looking toward outside sources for approval. The Inner Child could also be called our inner voice or truest self.
It is when we neglect our bodies and our deepest desires that the Inner Child feels betrayed. When we aren’t listening to our inner voice, we may notice tension build in the body, frequent headaches, lack of sleep, etc. Our yoga practice is a beautiful place to embrace our childlike needs and learn how to honor them. Child’s pose and Happy Baby are just the beginning – each yoga pose is an opportunity to become childlike as you listen to the body and observe your experience in a fresh new light. In yoga, you can practice loving your Inner Child without judgment and without feeling rushed. Notice whatever feelings come up and observe with compassion and curiosity – remember that it is your choice to take on the responsibility of loving parent to the child within, so be careful not to criticize. You can learn to discover your Inner Child’s joy and wisdom and allow that to dance with the serious adult.
What brought me to connect the concept of the Inner Child with Yoga?
I began to link the idea of yoga and the Inner Child in my own quest for a deeper understanding of my life today. Of course, this brought me all the way back to childhood! Everyone is affected by childhood in some way. Each person’s experience is unique. Some of us do not allow ourselves to feel our feelings, and so our childlike spirit within thinks she’s not allowed to exist. I found that my yoga practice is a beautiful place to practice self-acceptance and listen in to my more playful side, the child who knows what she wants. When you’ve provided a safe space for the child to speak up, it is up to you to be a good listener. Yoga is where the Inner Child can come out to play with the serious adult. Reconnecting with your Inner Child may help you begin healing emotional and physical trauma stored deep inside. In yoga we can practice this new experience without criticism and pressure.
How else does the Inner Child relate to our yoga practice?
In yoga…
We learn to slow down and relax more – Our Inner Child loves this! You are honoring her as you slow down.
We experience new things – Many of us hold onto past childhood traumas and are afraid to feel the anxiety and fear that may come as we approach new situations. Through yoga and the practice of surrender we honor our bodies and do what feels right. We are among others who are feeling their own experiences. We allow ourselves to feel buried emotions. Whether the child within comes out to laugh, smile, or cry, we let her know it’s ok to experience new things with curiosity and compassion.
We give ourselves the time and permission to be present – We can choose to be in “child time.” In yoga class, it’s our teacher’s job to keep track of time while we can focus on the present. Then we can pay close attention to our experiences unfolding before us and relish in the gift of time we’ve given ourselves.
We practice unconditional self-acceptance – As a child, and now, we may not have been accepted and so may carry shame. Even if we were good children, we may not have received the message of unconditional love. In yoga, we don’t have to run away from our shame; we can tell our Inner Child that it doesn’t have to hide anymore. Your love is unconditional for her.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Bryan Kest Workshop
I recently had the opportunity to attend a workshop with Bryan Kest at Power Yoga Works in Philadelphia on April 17. It was a great experience for me. It was considered a teacher training workshop so there were plenty of teachers there, which was nice. I took notes, and much of it is direct quotes from Bryan, so I'm going to basically share those here in this entry:
People come to yoga to strengthen the mentality that they need to change something about themselves to be better - which is, since birth, what we are taught through society, commercials, parents, etc. What we should be working on is in our mind.
Bryan shared his habit of picking his nose. He said that he notices he is doing it and so stops. Soon enough though he is back to his digging, which he realizes after he is already doing it. Where was he during those few moments in between? We spend most of our lives in that in between state. In yoga our goal, or foundation, is awareness.
Meditate on how many things you are grateful for every day. Then that is more on your mind on a regular basis. Instead of walking around pissed, complaining...
Abundance attracts abundance!
Shift yoga away from the physical. The way you will look from the physical practice is a byproduct. The way you think we should look is all programs. Be careful not to reinforce this way of thinking when you practice yoga.
If you're not trying to figure something out, you're mind should be silent. I'm stepping away and letting it come through. And not thinking about anything.
Your body speaks to you in the most succinct language on the planet. It's called sensation. We need to work with what we're feeling and not try to get somewhere. Lots of people do this when they exercise - no matter how they feel, the keep going.
The best way to be a yoga teacher is how you live your life. Because people don't listen anyway, they just watch. Doesn't matter what you say, it's how you live.
If you want your children to be happy, you have to be happy yourself.
When done with a certain quality of mind, everything is yoga.
Can't do yoga; Be yoga. Practice cultivating that state of mind. Are you paying attention to the process?
It's not the yoga that's good for you, it's the quality of how you do it. Be gentle!
Sometimes it doesn't feel good, but it feels right, it feels sweet and necessary. Doesn't always have to be comfortable. Our yoga practice could be compared to a massage - we are giving ourselves a massage.
There's no light at the end of a pose because there's no end to any pose.
The poses are just creative ways to touch the many areas in the body. And keep them well.
Be gentle in your poses; everybody's "gentle" is different. So, there's no such thing as gentle. The only way you can be gentle is to listen to the experience. When we start listening, our mind becomes silent. The human brain can only really focus on one thing at a time. But our society values multi-tasking. The only way to relax is to quiet down your mind. When the mind is quiet you leave the old habit patterns of the mind, judgement, etc. We're killing the old mind. We create the mind of our choosing, instead of the one of our parents, coach, siblings, boss, coworkers...
He told us that the class will be "brutally hard" because our lives are hard. How will we be prepared without practices? We learn how to put our knees on the floor and rest, or say "Fuck you, Bryan, I'm not doing it." No competition in class or life.
How the teacher teaches is how she feels at that moment.
Hear the instructor but listen to your inner teacher.
People come to yoga to strengthen the mentality that they need to change something about themselves to be better - which is, since birth, what we are taught through society, commercials, parents, etc. What we should be working on is in our mind.
Bryan shared his habit of picking his nose. He said that he notices he is doing it and so stops. Soon enough though he is back to his digging, which he realizes after he is already doing it. Where was he during those few moments in between? We spend most of our lives in that in between state. In yoga our goal, or foundation, is awareness.
Meditate on how many things you are grateful for every day. Then that is more on your mind on a regular basis. Instead of walking around pissed, complaining...
Abundance attracts abundance!
Shift yoga away from the physical. The way you will look from the physical practice is a byproduct. The way you think we should look is all programs. Be careful not to reinforce this way of thinking when you practice yoga.
If you're not trying to figure something out, you're mind should be silent. I'm stepping away and letting it come through. And not thinking about anything.
Your body speaks to you in the most succinct language on the planet. It's called sensation. We need to work with what we're feeling and not try to get somewhere. Lots of people do this when they exercise - no matter how they feel, the keep going.
The best way to be a yoga teacher is how you live your life. Because people don't listen anyway, they just watch. Doesn't matter what you say, it's how you live.
If you want your children to be happy, you have to be happy yourself.
When done with a certain quality of mind, everything is yoga.
Can't do yoga; Be yoga. Practice cultivating that state of mind. Are you paying attention to the process?
It's not the yoga that's good for you, it's the quality of how you do it. Be gentle!
Sometimes it doesn't feel good, but it feels right, it feels sweet and necessary. Doesn't always have to be comfortable. Our yoga practice could be compared to a massage - we are giving ourselves a massage.
There's no light at the end of a pose because there's no end to any pose.
The poses are just creative ways to touch the many areas in the body. And keep them well.
Be gentle in your poses; everybody's "gentle" is different. So, there's no such thing as gentle. The only way you can be gentle is to listen to the experience. When we start listening, our mind becomes silent. The human brain can only really focus on one thing at a time. But our society values multi-tasking. The only way to relax is to quiet down your mind. When the mind is quiet you leave the old habit patterns of the mind, judgement, etc. We're killing the old mind. We create the mind of our choosing, instead of the one of our parents, coach, siblings, boss, coworkers...
He told us that the class will be "brutally hard" because our lives are hard. How will we be prepared without practices? We learn how to put our knees on the floor and rest, or say "Fuck you, Bryan, I'm not doing it." No competition in class or life.
How the teacher teaches is how she feels at that moment.
Hear the instructor but listen to your inner teacher.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Bill Young / Colleen Thomas & Dancers
Two of the ladies from Bill Young / Colleen Thomas & Dancers. I saw this amazing group perform at Franklin & Marshall College maybe 2 years ago and it was SO AMAZING. Yes, I shed a few tears. It was so heartfelt and bizarre and raw. I love this kind of creative expression. I want to be a part of something like this!
Oh, and when I wanted to buy a video of the performance, F&M gave me Bill Young's cell phone number. So I called him, and ended up buying a DVD of a few different performances, including the one that I saw, except it was taped at another location. He said the tape of the F&M show was poor quality, and just shot from one angle. So I got the fancier version, I guess, with more performances to enjoy.
I think about them when I need inspiration.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
spring things
Spring's coming! I will go outside more with Turtle, explore Valley Forge Park and other nature destinations. I'm thinking a lot lately how wide open spaces soothe me. I thought that I adored city life, and I still do enjoy it, but I'm contemplating where I want to settle down. I am tired of moving. Danielle and I are also growing out of the Main Line. I wouldn't mind still working here, but going home to something...else. Where will we live?
We could always keep renting of course. But...yeah. Something inside me is telling me that we should purchase. I've always wanted Lancaster City, but maybe that is just a place I love to visit. A little getaway.
I realize that I am forever at home in my body, a neverending journey, a pilgrimage, in itself. When I remind myself of this awesome awareness, I know that no matter where I am situated on this Earth I am already at home. Maybe this is why I am in the mood lately to find a place to settle down, because really all we need is a place to house our selves, or our "homes." I want a space where I can feel safe to stay and paint the walls and flourish and grow in. It might be nice to feel rooted somewhere.
We could always keep renting of course. But...yeah. Something inside me is telling me that we should purchase. I've always wanted Lancaster City, but maybe that is just a place I love to visit. A little getaway.
I realize that I am forever at home in my body, a neverending journey, a pilgrimage, in itself. When I remind myself of this awesome awareness, I know that no matter where I am situated on this Earth I am already at home. Maybe this is why I am in the mood lately to find a place to settle down, because really all we need is a place to house our selves, or our "homes." I want a space where I can feel safe to stay and paint the walls and flourish and grow in. It might be nice to feel rooted somewhere.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
body scan
If the dream says something is wrong with your body, check.
Long before you do, your body knows when something is wrong.
-Marion Woodman
This makes sense to me. I used to just go through the motions in a day, tell my body what to do, never take care of it, poison it. Now, if I poison it say with unhealthy foods, I feel it, notice it. I learn my lesson (well, sometimes). Before I would get angry at somebody or even the food itself for "making" me feel this way. As if I was forced to drink in excess or eat like crap, etc.
For years I denied I had a back problem. I mean, I knew I had some issues, but I didn't want to take responsibility meaning I didn't do any kind of exercise to help relieve pain. I told myself that there was nothing I could do. I took the oh poor me way out (typical) and used it as an excuse to feel sorry for myself, and to numb pain with alcohol.
It was after I tried pilates and some yoga that I started to sort of begin to tap into my inner strength. My body began to change. I felt and looked different. I discovered a way to help myself. And I soon realized that at my fingertips was now a huge responsibility to continue this practice of helping myself, and essentially loving and accepting where I'm at regardless of whatever the hell is going on with my back.
This task became a journey of true body awareness. And in the process the built up emotions spilled out of my guts and, through yoga, I was encouraged to feel my feelings as opposed to numbing them like before. Um, what? That's too big. Too much. We're encouraged to get multiple things done at once, and the more we take on the more people think we are powerful and responsible. We are then considered to be multi-talented when we can get all kinds of things done in a short time. We can't sit down for lunch with a friend because we have to pick up our kid so we "grab" food on the way. That's responsible of us, right? That's us being wise and savvy with our time. Right?
And then we have our inner wisdom, our inner truth, and when we aren't anywhere close to listening to that truest part of ourselves, our body will probably tell us. This "alert" that our body sends out may be in the form of muscle tension, headache, and even serious illness. It's our body's way of saying, "Um, hello? I need a nap, lady. Why are you drinking coffee again? I want to rest in child's pose."
I was listening to Dan Gottlieb on WHYY who had some Temple students talking about the pressures they experienced in high school as girls. One girl mentioned that she's most comfortable keeping herself busy, whether it be through school, work, socially, etc. Shortly after, I was not surprised to hear Dr. Gottlieb weighing in on just that - how sad he was to hear this coming from a young woman, or from anyone, because she's not alone in her feelings. How people associate downtime with laziness. He mentioned how he makes time for and cherishes moments of space and distance from external influences, where he can actually sit with himself. Doing this, through yoga or meditation, is scary because we are sitting with our feelings and emotions, something we all have some aversion to. We all feel this way, and it's only when we acknowledge that we feel this way, and still proceed in the process, that we begin a shift in awareness. Maybe our priorities begin to change, maybe we surround ourself with new faces, maybe we take some time in the morning to do absolutely nothing, just you with yourself, before we go out into the world.
For me, I've got to keep reminding myself that I'm allowed to slow down. I'm sure it's like this for a lot of people. I've got to keep practicing yoga even when my body feels ok (it took me a while to take this seriously). Yes, it is a choice on my part to take an active role in my body's healing, but along the way I noticed how much I've moved away from my inner child, or truest self, that wants so badly to be more free - away from flying cars on route 30, shouting matches, and ugly negative self talk. So I do my best to be responsible for that child's happiness, my own bliss, when I sit back and just chill in child's pose for, say, oh as long as I like.
Long before you do, your body knows when something is wrong.
-Marion Woodman
This makes sense to me. I used to just go through the motions in a day, tell my body what to do, never take care of it, poison it. Now, if I poison it say with unhealthy foods, I feel it, notice it. I learn my lesson (well, sometimes). Before I would get angry at somebody or even the food itself for "making" me feel this way. As if I was forced to drink in excess or eat like crap, etc.
For years I denied I had a back problem. I mean, I knew I had some issues, but I didn't want to take responsibility meaning I didn't do any kind of exercise to help relieve pain. I told myself that there was nothing I could do. I took the oh poor me way out (typical) and used it as an excuse to feel sorry for myself, and to numb pain with alcohol.
It was after I tried pilates and some yoga that I started to sort of begin to tap into my inner strength. My body began to change. I felt and looked different. I discovered a way to help myself. And I soon realized that at my fingertips was now a huge responsibility to continue this practice of helping myself, and essentially loving and accepting where I'm at regardless of whatever the hell is going on with my back.
This task became a journey of true body awareness. And in the process the built up emotions spilled out of my guts and, through yoga, I was encouraged to feel my feelings as opposed to numbing them like before. Um, what? That's too big. Too much. We're encouraged to get multiple things done at once, and the more we take on the more people think we are powerful and responsible. We are then considered to be multi-talented when we can get all kinds of things done in a short time. We can't sit down for lunch with a friend because we have to pick up our kid so we "grab" food on the way. That's responsible of us, right? That's us being wise and savvy with our time. Right?
And then we have our inner wisdom, our inner truth, and when we aren't anywhere close to listening to that truest part of ourselves, our body will probably tell us. This "alert" that our body sends out may be in the form of muscle tension, headache, and even serious illness. It's our body's way of saying, "Um, hello? I need a nap, lady. Why are you drinking coffee again? I want to rest in child's pose."
I was listening to Dan Gottlieb on WHYY who had some Temple students talking about the pressures they experienced in high school as girls. One girl mentioned that she's most comfortable keeping herself busy, whether it be through school, work, socially, etc. Shortly after, I was not surprised to hear Dr. Gottlieb weighing in on just that - how sad he was to hear this coming from a young woman, or from anyone, because she's not alone in her feelings. How people associate downtime with laziness. He mentioned how he makes time for and cherishes moments of space and distance from external influences, where he can actually sit with himself. Doing this, through yoga or meditation, is scary because we are sitting with our feelings and emotions, something we all have some aversion to. We all feel this way, and it's only when we acknowledge that we feel this way, and still proceed in the process, that we begin a shift in awareness. Maybe our priorities begin to change, maybe we surround ourself with new faces, maybe we take some time in the morning to do absolutely nothing, just you with yourself, before we go out into the world.
For me, I've got to keep reminding myself that I'm allowed to slow down. I'm sure it's like this for a lot of people. I've got to keep practicing yoga even when my body feels ok (it took me a while to take this seriously). Yes, it is a choice on my part to take an active role in my body's healing, but along the way I noticed how much I've moved away from my inner child, or truest self, that wants so badly to be more free - away from flying cars on route 30, shouting matches, and ugly negative self talk. So I do my best to be responsible for that child's happiness, my own bliss, when I sit back and just chill in child's pose for, say, oh as long as I like.
Monday, March 30, 2009
web site news
I am super blessed. Danielle is in the process of creating my web site, www.innerchildyoga.com
So, it's up but it's "coming soon." Excitement!
I'll describe the inner child stuff on the site, and my yoga info, what I'm up to, my hopes my fears....you get it.
Let ya'll know when it's out and about.
So, it's up but it's "coming soon." Excitement!
I'll describe the inner child stuff on the site, and my yoga info, what I'm up to, my hopes my fears....you get it.
Let ya'll know when it's out and about.
monday with regis and kelly
ok, i'll admit. i watch regis and kelly every chance i get. it goes well with breakfast. it brings a smile to my face. i mostly watch for kelly who i think is quick, funny, and just adorable. she's fit and spunky and, not only is she beautiful, she can be so weird and quirky too. a perfect combo.
i hope ellen's made it to her new Sicily apartment safely. she's probably nervous but excited at the same time. i give her loads of credit...not sure i could ever make a trip like that by myself. or maybe i just don't have that desire in me right now to travel. traveling is tricky with my back. i was even nervous about the cruise over christmas - when will i be able to do yoga? will i have to sit down a lot? yada yada yada... but that trip worked out because there was a gym on the ship that i visited each day. when i think of traveling i get nervous about being on the plane for long periods, sitting down too much on the trip itself, having no time for yoga, etc. i know this is just a lot of anxiety and created fear on my part, and that i could make time for yoga, but i still get scared. i am so accustomed to anticipating when i will feel pain again and so i guess i am just forever focusing on how i can prevent that.
sure is windy out today.
i hope ellen's made it to her new Sicily apartment safely. she's probably nervous but excited at the same time. i give her loads of credit...not sure i could ever make a trip like that by myself. or maybe i just don't have that desire in me right now to travel. traveling is tricky with my back. i was even nervous about the cruise over christmas - when will i be able to do yoga? will i have to sit down a lot? yada yada yada... but that trip worked out because there was a gym on the ship that i visited each day. when i think of traveling i get nervous about being on the plane for long periods, sitting down too much on the trip itself, having no time for yoga, etc. i know this is just a lot of anxiety and created fear on my part, and that i could make time for yoga, but i still get scared. i am so accustomed to anticipating when i will feel pain again and so i guess i am just forever focusing on how i can prevent that.
sure is windy out today.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
a year later...
so i'm updating this...just about a year later. yay! i'm back. back in the blog scene. as if i was ever in the blog scene? i had, what like 4 entries? anyway, here i am.
the last time i was here i was sitting at Wyeth, probably, and thanking the heavens that i had gotten the guts to quit that damn job. i had to do what was right for me, despite what everyone thought, or what i thought everyone thought. and that was a year ago. i guess i've been busy. i guess i got a life? maybe i just found some peace and happiness.
still living large on the infamous Main Line. ok, not so large. Danielle and i are now in Berwyn, which is cool for now. not many young faces around here that's for sure. just trying to seek that out when we can. but i've really become such a homebody anymore. i enjoy staying in with Turtle and reading and doing yoga. it's just...my thing. i don't drink anymore so i got loads of time. my options are endless. it's pretty refreshing actually.
spring is near and Turtle and i will be hitting up Valley Forge Park again on a regular basis. that is one thing i like about this area...a nice little getaway. i haven't even seen half that park. just been to bits and pieces of it. i want to explore more. Danielle and i are going to join the Chester County Hiking Club! the last (and perhaps only) "real" hike i did was Mount Washington. WOW. i thought i was ready. i had just started practicing pilates and running. yeah, i thought i was ready. yeah right. so the very nice thing about this club is that you have varying degrees of difficulty...even mostly flat terrain. sounds good to me.
i'm teaching yoga a few times a week and loving every second of it. it's become something i can grow into and grow with...it's amazing how teaching compliments my own journey in yoga. i love that. i'm looking forward to growing more with teaching.
so i've been interested in inner child stuff for a while, since my therapist gave me photo copies out of the book, Recovery of Your Inner Child. the little that i read rang true for me. i wrote with my non-dominant hand. yep, something's there. a voice who was neglected years ago. imagine that? we're all wounded in some way from our past. i am still in the beginning stages of my research and just beginning to dive into several books, but i've already learned that the goal is not to engage in any sort of blame game. do not blame others for what they "did" to you. instead, understand that they too were influenced and affected somehow by their own past and circumstances. it goes beyond this, but that's just a brief observation. the inner child work you engage in is instead focused on your healing. it helps you locate the inner child or children, and then learn to have your adult self care and provide for him or her. to help the inner child feel safe, embraced, and at home. most of all, i think, to feel heard.
i'm reading The Inner Child Workbook: What to do when your past just won't go away, by Cathryn L. Taylor. (yay, Cathryn with a C!) she lays it out pretty simply. and it is what it says: it's a workbook, so it's laid out for you step by step, so you truly feel supported along the way. she doesn't miss a beat either. i've only read the preface, the intro, and chapter 1, and i feel i've gotten a pretty darn good overview for what's ahead. i'm just now about to start on the "work" part of it. i've gotten it ouf of the library though, so i think i will purchase from Amazon because she's got it so you can write in the book itself. this will not be a short journey, either. she's got you journaling on the side as well, even collaging within that journal. hm. all the things i've been avoiding. what am i thinking?
i'm thinking that this inner child stuff spoke to me since day one. my guess is there's a reason, a deeper understanding behind that that is waiting to be uprooted and sprung to life. i'm thinking it's about time i start loving myself and understanding myself and looking back at some dirty inner child dishes is probably a good place to start. i've been wanting to understand some of my current behaviors for a long time and this inner child stuff speaks volumes to me in regards to diving into the process of that understanding, and i just started.
plus, i am loving that i have something to "research." i am a dork. i majored in English in college. that's not exactly for everyone. i loved the library and searches on the computer and all those nerd databases. i enjoyed brainstorming for my next paper topic. what the hell, i enjoyed writing the paper too. so now that my inner child (or children, possibly) are calling for my attention, i've got this new focus for research and for writing. it's nice.
so...other than that? in the past year i've...
become certified to teach the yoga
didn't leave the ML yet
cut my hair short again
stopped drinking
moved from Devon to Berwyn..oooh ahhhh, i know
became best friends with Turtle (our dog)
discovered LisaNova on YouTube
found balance in my life
tea time!
the last time i was here i was sitting at Wyeth, probably, and thanking the heavens that i had gotten the guts to quit that damn job. i had to do what was right for me, despite what everyone thought, or what i thought everyone thought. and that was a year ago. i guess i've been busy. i guess i got a life? maybe i just found some peace and happiness.
still living large on the infamous Main Line. ok, not so large. Danielle and i are now in Berwyn, which is cool for now. not many young faces around here that's for sure. just trying to seek that out when we can. but i've really become such a homebody anymore. i enjoy staying in with Turtle and reading and doing yoga. it's just...my thing. i don't drink anymore so i got loads of time. my options are endless. it's pretty refreshing actually.
spring is near and Turtle and i will be hitting up Valley Forge Park again on a regular basis. that is one thing i like about this area...a nice little getaway. i haven't even seen half that park. just been to bits and pieces of it. i want to explore more. Danielle and i are going to join the Chester County Hiking Club! the last (and perhaps only) "real" hike i did was Mount Washington. WOW. i thought i was ready. i had just started practicing pilates and running. yeah, i thought i was ready. yeah right. so the very nice thing about this club is that you have varying degrees of difficulty...even mostly flat terrain. sounds good to me.
i'm teaching yoga a few times a week and loving every second of it. it's become something i can grow into and grow with...it's amazing how teaching compliments my own journey in yoga. i love that. i'm looking forward to growing more with teaching.
so i've been interested in inner child stuff for a while, since my therapist gave me photo copies out of the book, Recovery of Your Inner Child. the little that i read rang true for me. i wrote with my non-dominant hand. yep, something's there. a voice who was neglected years ago. imagine that? we're all wounded in some way from our past. i am still in the beginning stages of my research and just beginning to dive into several books, but i've already learned that the goal is not to engage in any sort of blame game. do not blame others for what they "did" to you. instead, understand that they too were influenced and affected somehow by their own past and circumstances. it goes beyond this, but that's just a brief observation. the inner child work you engage in is instead focused on your healing. it helps you locate the inner child or children, and then learn to have your adult self care and provide for him or her. to help the inner child feel safe, embraced, and at home. most of all, i think, to feel heard.
i'm reading The Inner Child Workbook: What to do when your past just won't go away, by Cathryn L. Taylor. (yay, Cathryn with a C!) she lays it out pretty simply. and it is what it says: it's a workbook, so it's laid out for you step by step, so you truly feel supported along the way. she doesn't miss a beat either. i've only read the preface, the intro, and chapter 1, and i feel i've gotten a pretty darn good overview for what's ahead. i'm just now about to start on the "work" part of it. i've gotten it ouf of the library though, so i think i will purchase from Amazon because she's got it so you can write in the book itself. this will not be a short journey, either. she's got you journaling on the side as well, even collaging within that journal. hm. all the things i've been avoiding. what am i thinking?
i'm thinking that this inner child stuff spoke to me since day one. my guess is there's a reason, a deeper understanding behind that that is waiting to be uprooted and sprung to life. i'm thinking it's about time i start loving myself and understanding myself and looking back at some dirty inner child dishes is probably a good place to start. i've been wanting to understand some of my current behaviors for a long time and this inner child stuff speaks volumes to me in regards to diving into the process of that understanding, and i just started.
plus, i am loving that i have something to "research." i am a dork. i majored in English in college. that's not exactly for everyone. i loved the library and searches on the computer and all those nerd databases. i enjoyed brainstorming for my next paper topic. what the hell, i enjoyed writing the paper too. so now that my inner child (or children, possibly) are calling for my attention, i've got this new focus for research and for writing. it's nice.
so...other than that? in the past year i've...
become certified to teach the yoga
didn't leave the ML yet
cut my hair short again
stopped drinking
moved from Devon to Berwyn..oooh ahhhh, i know
became best friends with Turtle (our dog)
discovered LisaNova on YouTube
found balance in my life
tea time!
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