I love the days when the ordinary feels extraordinary. When the stars align and it all feels good. A lovely cup of tea with daughter number three. A phone call of dishing with daughter number one. Texting with the daughter in the middle and the man of my heart. Teaching yoga to a brand new group of people at a completely different venue. A warm home a few minutes rest between gigs with needy rescue dogs and a blanket covering my lap A phone conversation with a good wise friend. Another with my mom. A class that I love to teach in a town that I used to live to end my day and maybe a visit with mom! Living and loving my life moment by moment by moment. Now is good. Now is ripe with potential. Now is gratitude. Gratitude grows now to new heights.
What an appropriate title for anything done in January. Change is constant. The only thing I know for sure is that I want to write. If you write you are a writer. People decide if they like it, if they do they keep reading.
The industry in which I work seems to want those of us teaching body movement (of any kind) to offer lots of wisdom, especially in Yoga. I know anatomy, I know people, I know music, I know business. I do not consider myself wise. I am a student of life, forever. In my family I offer unsolicited “suggestions” a lot. In my fitness/yoga practice, tips and advice, in my scope. On this blog, probably just observations.
This year has been one of the most personally challenging I have experienced. It has also been one of the most rewarding. SO here I start again, this on and off blogging thing. If you scroll through the posts, you will realize it. This blog is all over the place as my life has been since I started it.
What I have learned in this time period is something I innately have known all along. People before things. Learning from mistakes. Helping when I can, without keeping people from their own growth experience. Loving unconditionally, Opening my heart, mind and soul to new ways of thinking and being. Doing less, owning less, complaining less. Hugging people who want hugs. Celebrating and living in gratitude daily. Offering support and compliments whenever possible. Trying not to assume or take anything for granted. Discovering new ways to be compassionate. Releasing my paradigm as the only possibility. Letting go of judgment. Finding peace inside.
I am excited about the new possibilities in my personal life and my professional life.
Happy New Year! Blessings for 2014!
When I was 15 years old, my maternal grandfather died. He was one of the only men in my young life who took an interest in me.
Grandpa was a superb businessman! I like to think I inherited some of his work ethic and skill. I learned to play Euchre sitting on his lap from the age of five. He helped me improve my cursive writing the summer between third and fourth grade. Showing chickens was one of his hobbies,, he shared “Bantie” stories with me sometimes too.
At his funeral I was given a choice of flower arrangements to take home . I chose two Peace Lilies in a huge basket. I have collected baskets ever since. Over the years I have probably had hundreds. I give many of them away, after I keep them for a while. Baskets can be used for gifts, storage, and decoration. The first one from his funeral, remains with me always. In the photos below, it is the big empty one with the handle sitting on the red carpet! Recently my mom gave me a large poster -sized framed newspaper article about his life. It is one of my new, old most prized possessions, along with the basket.