Yet another installment of Friday Gratitude, and this week there is LOTS to be grateful for beginning with: Still being ambulatory after a week with Yoganand. Headstand and Scorpion and Side Crow...oh my! "What doesn't kill you, makes you strong" --and Karen Meyer calling "Bullshit" on that theory in class to tonight.  Hilarious!  Go Karen!  … Continue reading Friday Gratitude

I have been writing with Zee, on and off, for a good 10 years and I have never heard her say anything less than over-the-top positive to anyone after they read. Until today. Today, among other things, she told a woman to "Get a notebook!!!" This woman wrote her piece on loose-leaf, and her piece … Continue reading Notebooks and Yoga Mats

So, a little anniversary passed without me acknowledging it 2 days ago.  I wrote my 300th blog post on Monday. Last August I started "getting serious" about this blog, and by "getting serious" I mean that I committed to posting regularly.  At first, I made the commitment to posting EVERY DAY.  Then I backed off … Continue reading Blogiversary

I walked into the house last night after a 4- hour drive home (in the rain)  preceded by "The Grand Finale" workout, to find the house all candle lit, a fire going in the fireplace, a home-made apple pie, and a chilled-to-perfection glass of my favorite Zin waiting for me.  All the fall decorations were … Continue reading Asana 4 Wrap-Up

Today I did a pose that I never thought I'd be able to do in a million years. I got up into Scorpion Pose.  Mine didn't look like that -> My head hung lower to the ground and my fingers touched on the floor under my nose, and I had to kick up into the … Continue reading Scorpion Pose

Gratitude List (short) 1. Ten hours sleep and 3 shots of espresso and I'm good to go. 2.  Broken blood vessels on the backs of both arms. 3. Very cool people in King of Prussia 4. Julie in Swallow.  (this girl is wicked cool!) Gotta scoot!  More later!

Every time I rolled over in bed last night, I woke up because... My. Body. Ached. Yesterday's epiphany?  I am not my body. Not world shattering, I know.  But most of the time, I forget this because every social construct around me wants to convince me otherwise:  You are what you eat, or don't eat.  … Continue reading Becoming Unglued