The Bests

Every time I sit down here, I try to think of the standout moments in the day, good or bad. But mostly I look for the “Bests.”  What were the best moments of this day?

My yoga practice this morning wasn’t “the best”–it was hard and I was frustrated with my limitations and my weakness, but today I practiced to my new playlist, which is a mix of modern and more “typical” yoga music, and I really liked where it took me.

(If you want, I will give it to you, but you’ll have to ask.)

The next to the last cut is a Joni Mitchell song I love called “Shine.” Here’s a YouTube of it. The person did a nice job weaving in lots of vintage pics of Joni with the lyrics.

I really appreciated this song today, because man,  I really needed a little light to shine on all those Astavakrasana prep poses that killed me.

“Shine” was a “best.”

My “affliction” (which is how I am referring to this cough/cold/low energy thing that I’ve been battling all week) started lifting today and although I am still congested, the brain fog is finally lifting.

Best, number 2.

The weather is nothing short of crazy-spectacular. I think I should move here. If this was the way winters were all the time, and we got a “spring” like we are having now? And if I could shine a little light on all the gas drilling activity and make it go “poof!” and disappear? I could totally live here.

Weather: Best #3

All my Best People came to Happy Hour Yoga tonight, and what did I do to show them my undying love and appreciation? I lied to them, and then I freaking killed them. They died, then rose like little Phoenixes. It was awe. some. You should have been there.

Best, #4.

My Emily got an Ipad today and we Face Timed! Oh my god! I got to see my kid! I got to see her laugh and smile and push back her bangs and everything! She is amazing.

Best, #5.

I walked Boomer this evening up Cardiac and as we were passing the football practice field I heard….

Peepers!  Spring Peepers!  There’s a diversion ditch that runs along the edge of the field and that’s where they were. Peeping their little hearts out.

Holy moly. March 16th. Peepers.

Best, #6.

And now it is Friday night and I am nestled on my comfy couch with a glass of red at my elbow, and A Path With Heart beckoning.

Best, #7.


Just a Little End-of-the-Week Rant

The day itself was cold, but sunny, which was a real treat after yesterday’s dreariness.

So as I was washing up and contemplating going into my room and doing my practice, it occurred to me that, “Shit! Today is Friday. Friday is Yoga Workout Day at the studio!

And even though I was close to positive that no one else was going to show up to practice, I told them that I would be there every Friday at 10 AM to do the Workout. So I got dressed and went.

And no one came. I could have done this same practice in my cozy little yoga room here at home, but here I was, in this vast room, just me and Yoganand (on the Ipod).

Which was fine. It really was.

I am waiting for the day when this practice doesn’t kill me. Today was NOT that day. It killed me. I was particularly aware of how weak my legs are. The standing one-legged balances? “Flying Airplane” posture? Are you kidding me?  My standing leg quakes. I want to come down so very much. It is so very, very hard.  He says , “Now, you can extend into Warrior 3” and in my mind I want to, but my body is so very, very WEAK.  And my arms are weak. And my hips are tight and weak. All I become aware of in that practice is how weak and restricted I am in every place in my body.

At the end of the practice I am exhausted. I thought for one nano-second of going to the gym and running on the treadmill afterwards, but no.  Done.  Needed to go home. Needed food. And that’s what I did. I also considered doing some cleaning, but no. This weekend I will clean. Now, I needed food.

When I walked in the house, the dog was all frisky, so I ate a handful of nuts, changed into jeans and walked her. Last night I went down to the basement and found a winter coat. My light winter coat, but my winter coat nonetheless.


And today I wore it again, but no hat. I kind of needed a hat, but the weather was on the bubble between “hat” and “no hat”, and there wasn’t much wind so I decided “no hat.”

Dog walked, then home to lunch: Brown rice and broccoli and a little leftover tuna. And a small bag of Pirate Booty and later, a Chobani greek yogurt (blueberry).

The stupid paper came and I read that as I ate.  This was the last paper in my year’s subscription and I talked to G last night about renewing.  I hate everything about this paper. I hate the editorial policy, I hate the letters to the editor, I hate its pro-gas drilling bias, I hate the right wing Christians who write the most insane letters to the editor.

I hate the church reports and how the only thing that people seem to get all enthused about are veterans.  Support our troops! Send cookies! Make banners and display the pictures of all the service men on Main St.

Really? There will be nothing to get enthused about if Obama sends all the troops home. Booor-ing!

I call this paper “The Aggravator” or “The Agitator.”  Because that’s all it does to me when I read it: aggravates and agitates.  So why in hell do I subscribe to it?  That’s the question I asked G.

Because I need to know where I live? Because I need to know what the enemy is hatching and scheming and thinking and doing, so I don’t walk into an ambush?

Probably.  So I just caved and renewed for another year.

(Good god.)