- A.Y // it’s not so bad, after all (via 2wentysixletters)
You know the relationship tree?
Some people are like leaves; here for a season, then they’re gone. Don’t become too attached to a leaf, they come and they go and some of them can be very beautiful and alluring, but don’t mistake a leaf for a branch.
A branch goes strong and reaches you up; they’re in it for the long haul, but after so long, they too will fall away. Come the next big storm of life and they’ll be dropping like, well, like leaves.
Then there are your roots, those tethering foundations that you wouldn’t be you without. Treasure your root relationships, and have the discernment to know which is which.
You, I think, are a branch.
- Vijnanabhairava Tantra (via sublimesea)
Wouldn’t it be fun to do a food log and write down everything you eat in a day? A week?
Today I had:
2 fried eggs, handful of cranberry trail mix,
A bowl of soup I made with red potatoes, cabbage, celery, carrots, green beans, corn, tomato, peppers.
Salad of romain with peppers, cucumber, celery, a whole avocado, sunflower seeds, and turkey.
Granny Smith apple, one serving of peanut butter.
Sautéed green beans and squash with onions, garlic. Over organic Quinoa.
Homemade kale chips with sea salt, Greek yogurt plain with 5 strawberries and a whole kiwi.
A quarter of a large sweet potato with cinnamon.
Spaghetti squash with plain ingredients tomato sauce, asparagus. A peach.
Almost a whole bottle of moscato wine.
Do you ever wonder if maybe you have a cyber stalker….
I wish life had filters.
Also, it occurred to me today how seldom I get complimented on my triceps. This surprises me. I have amazing. triceps.
Can’t make it to the moon, might as well fly towards this light.
If you’re in the right state of mind, you can find yourself.
- Roald Dahl (via isawtoday)
My Friday morning yoga classes are so delightful. Every Friday, I get up at 8am and I go to the yoga studio kind of hoping that no body shows. It’s Friday, I’m slightly hungover most of the time, and I tend to only have one student, so in the back of my mind, I’m always fantasizing about that one person not coming in today and getting to go back home and snuggle up in bed. It’s sad, but true.
It almost never fails, though, that I have someone. Debbie comes pretty consistently and it’s always just her, but when she doesn’t come, there’s always someone else. Always only one student. And what happens, invariably, is I wind up having this amazing intimate experience of connection with this person. It’s always someone who has never taken a class with me before, and it’s a power flow class, so usually someone who has some experience and skill with yoga. We always have a lot of fun. We chat about such meaningful things, and then we don’t usually get started with the actual class until at least 10 minutes after 9 because we just can’t stop talking with each other.
Today, I pulled up to the studio and there was a woman standing outside reading the fliers. It’s kind of a relief not having to just wait to see if anyone is coming. She looks young from the back, but I get down and unlock the door and she turns to me and I see she is actually older. Her name is Diana and she tells me that she is starting yoga teacher training at the studio in the summer. I always gush when I hear this. I know what she’s in for. She tells me she’s from Crowley and she has already been teaching some yoga classes. She’s a pharmacist and a fitness instructor and a mother of four. She tells me about the different experiences she’s had with teaching beginners, and about how the religious types in her small town have actually put notes on her door bemoaning her involvement in yoga. If you don’t know, to the ignorant religious masses, yoga is deemed satanic. We talk about the joys of sharing yoga, and finally start class. I set the intention as one of new beginnings, being open, softening our edges, and just as we want others to have open minds and open hearts, we must be open and flexible as well.
She practices beautifully and I give her a lot of assists. She comes up from pigeon pose after I gave some thai massage techniques and she says, “That felt so great. I liked how you pressed, just, I can learn so much from you!” My heart soars. After the pigeon sequence, she says that she has never stretched her hips that way before. This is great; I love when a student experiences something new!
We wrap it up. Namaste. She has so many great things to tell me: that she loved the eloquent way I explained things, the dichotomy between strength and softness, that she wished she could have written it all down. How much she enjoyed the class.
These experiences are so great. We always hug at the end of class. This practice is so powerful, such a wonderful tool to connect people. We come together in wisdom and compassion, understanding and honesty. Acadiana Yoga & Wellness is a sanctuary; you enter its walls and you just feel how it’s imbued with the holiness of all the healing vibrations that have flowed through here.
This is an example of how what we want isn’t always what the universe has in store for us, and what it has in store is so much greater than what we have in mind. If you resist, you miss out. Be open, be willing, and see how much you are loved and how much you can love back.
Everything and everyone has a balance of the masculine and the feminine energies. Masculine: yang, hard, aggressive, the sun, heat, fire, red, rationality, acquisition, effort, structure, destruction. Feminine: yin, soft, submissive, the moon, cool, water, blue, intuition, yielding, ease, fluidity, creation.
Neil told me the thinks I lean more to the masculine side in my energies, though he also says I have a delicate softness too, a whimsy. He said I am like a fairy. I respect his opinion on these matters, as I know he thinks about it as much as I do.
Also, I am a fairy. A manly fairy.