Yogi’s Choice

I’m on day 15 of the 30 days Yoga Revolution lovingly presented by Yoga with Adriene. I discovered Adriene a year ago when I did her Yoga Camp which was amazing.  Yoga classes can be pretty academic when you focus on doing the asanas without falling down or embarrassing yourself.  Approaching yoga like an exercise class is more common than not for some people. Some yoga classes can be…a bit much with moonbeams shooting out of your 3rd eye while you chant words you don’t understand while inhaling the smoke from a healing herb that may or may not give you emphysema by the end of the class. Adriene presents yoga in a way that is accessible to all.  Her classes are a perfect blend of physical, mental, and emotional challenges. I can take what I learned on the mat and apply it to off the mat.

Without fail, Adriene will announce that a certain variation of an asansa was yogi’s choice. This means the practitioner can decide which variation suited them. I love that phrase because it reminds me that I have a choice in how I proceed with any and all tasks put before me. Believe me when I say that that is one lesson learned on the mat I take with me off the mat.

So as I move forward in this life, I embrace my choices. My way may not be someone else’s way, but that’s alright. We are all special snowflakes. If we were all the same it would be quite boring. 


Today I saw a rainbow. It was a sliver of color on a gloomy day.  As I sipped my latte and gazed at this image, I felt a glimmer of hope. As I took the picture, I wondered about my hope. What do I  hope for? Better. 

Three Days In

Today I took many deep breaths and laughed in the face of conflicts that would normally have my blood boiling. Taking it easy is not easy. Changing my wiring is a challenge. So I smile and ignore the twitch in my left eye.

Downton Abbey

Breaking Bad

Mad Men

6 Feet Under



A Different World



Dear Busybody,

I know it was bothering you that I was not putting my soap on the conveyor belt like everyone else.  I know you felt the need to put a second divider on the conveyor belt to leave me a foot of space for me to put down my purchase.  Yes, I saw you, but I didn’t feel like putting my one item down.  Actually, the waves of anxiety rolling off you was amusing.  You wanted me to conform and be like everyone else, but I’m not like everyone else.  I believe the conveyor belt is for people with many items to purchase. Holding the soap keeps my hands from fidgeting in irritation because the lines are long, the checker is slow, and the woman in front of me could’ve let me get in front with my one item since she had purchased about a hundred items.  Holding my soap kept me off my phone.  I like to stay focused during this time of year where the crowds offer the perfect cover for thieves and con-men.

Watching you yell out to the young cashier that the next group of items on the conveyor belt belonged to you was also entertaining.  I guessed you figured I was too dense to speak up before the cashier grabbed your box of crackers.  I had to shut you down with a well-crafted line peppered with annoyance and amusement.  Don’t worry, lady, I got this.

Well, I hope my desire to hold my soap didn’t ruin your evening.  I hope your retelling of the rude woman who was curt with you for trying to be helpful makes you look grand to your hand-wringing friends.  The incident just gave me something to write about on my blog.  For that, I thank you!


The Soap Hugger

Twenty years ago was a horrific time in my life. Family and friends were dying.  I found myself turning into a professional mourner.  If I were to list the many people who had passed on, one may believe I was exaggerating.  Death was everywhere and the toll it took was overwhelming.  At the time I was not aware of the many little deaths I was suffering as I paid my final respects.

After travelling to the East Coast for a funeral, I vowed to never attend another funeral unless the person was an immediate family member or friend.  Dark thoughts were crowding my brain as I tried to make sense of the deaths that were clouding the skies. Death is a part of living, but it’s not healthy for the living to cloak themselves in death. Paying respect to someone who is no longer here to witness you and your flowers is a cold way of painting a reality, but it’s true.  Giving solace and comfort to the ones the deceased left behind is the purpose of a funeral or a memorial.  Twenty years ago I was not cognizant of that aspect of the funeral.  I was focused on me and my mortality.

The last funeral I attended was a personal and gut wrenching loss of a loved one.  As I look back at that moment in my life, I realized that the funeral did not offer me an ounce of solace or comfort.  For those of us who were close to the deceased, the funeral felt false and awkward.  It was a distraction from the pain.  So it makes me contemplate the true purpose of this ritual. Does a funeral/memorial really help bring closure?  Can quiet contemplation and an intimate goodbye soothe the broken-hearted? These are my thoughts as I look back on dark days.


Courage to tell the world

How you really feel.

Kiss my ass

Go to Hell.

A balm to the ego.

The phone is not a friend

Friendships will die.

Family will lie.

Twitter, Facebook, Texting

So tempting

Too tempting.

Fingers dancing.

Don’t push enter

Don’t play me

Don’t condescend

I may be high

But I’m aware.

Today I Was That Person

I’m usually that straight shooter when it comes to coffee drinks. I order a tall coffee black with no room for cream. Typically I shun the people who can’t order straight off the menu. But today I needed a little extra love and a hug that can only be had from an overpriced cup of chai tea I can’t make for myself at home. I wanted almond milk because it sounded good. And you know what? It was delicious!


Woke up, got out of bed

Dragged my running tights up my legs.

Drank a cup of water, hooked up my iPod

Looking up, I noticed it was getting late.

Got my pepper spray, phone, money, and ID.

Stepped into my kicks and ran down the street.

The air was clean because of the rain

The crossing guard was not being a pain.

After mile 4.5 I start to slow

I ran a 12:40, that speed is a bit low.