This evening I ended up contemplating fish. Specifically, fish swimming upstream. Have you ever had that kind of a day where everything is a slog? A fight? A grit-your-teeth-and-hang-on-to-your-sanity-by-your-fingertips-with-all-your-might sort of struggle? I was in the middle of yoga class, clearly having failed to empty my mind and let go of all those bothersome concerns…
I had yoga class this evening which prompted me to think on the matter of balance – a topic that frequently comes to mind when I do yoga, particularly since I feel like its something that I have not managed to recover completely since I banjaxed my ankle. The essentials are there, but in the…
There are a lot of extreme opinions out there about Valentine’s Day. Some people adore the hearts and flowers and the chocolate, and insist on observing all those couples’ rituals that the holiday calls to mind. Then there are those who see it as nothing more than crass commercialism, a conspiracy between chocolatiers, card makers,…
Friday evening is usually about collapsing on the couch after the toddler is in bed. It’s brain dead poking of the internet or reading something that doesn’t ask you to engage your higher intellectual functions. It’s feeling the weight of the whole week of work and stress and chaos in your weary muscles. But you…
I had an epiphany in the middle of yoga class this evening about how far I have really fallen off my workout wagon since the summer. It wasn’t a particularly happy epiphany and made for an awkward class as I struggled to find my balance, physically and metaphorically. I had a pretty decent routine of…
7:00 am: Stretch arms up and out while getting dressed. Oooh, surprisingly not feeling last evening’s workout in the abs. Legs not sore either! Yay! 7:01 am: Why are my legs, arms, and abs not sore? They should be sore. I actually tried to do all the exercises right and I’m out of shape so…
or: Back In The Saddle Again Oh yoga, I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long. The flexibility is still there (elastic bands for muscles, anyone?) but the muscle strength needs to be rebuilt again. While I’m at it, I’m also delighted that I didn’t faceplant the pavement the very second I got off the…
The Feathered Rose 