Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Remember "no bending"? No listening

In May I had a mole removed from my low back and was told "no bending for 14 days.". I listened for 2 or 3. Sure I felt the tugging of the stitches, but it felt better than being sedentary and missing my practice. Anyway, here is the resulting scar complete with tug lines. It's about 1.5 inches and somewhat lumpy. Do I regret not listening? Nope. It's just a scar.

the Blank Slate

Kino uploaded this great video in response to her viewers who ask if she was ever a gymnast or dancer:

I love this viewpoint.  When I started yoga, I had never had any physical ability.  I was a naturally good swimmer, but didn't compete.  Otherwise, I would do whatever I could to avoid sports.  It's a joke in my extended family how my brother and I are so unathletic whereas my dad, his brother, and his brother's kids are all natural multi-sport athletes.

I think that a lot of us can get stuck in that trap of comparing our practice and feeling like some more advanced practitioners got some kind of head start on us.  Kino's metaphor of the blank slate is awesome.  Yes, I came to yoga with zero awareness of my body, but I also have the advantage of not having so much to unlearn and to be able to learn my body through the practice.  

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Sunday morning inspiration - 9/16/12

This morning was the rock-n-roll half marathon in Philadelphia.   On my bike ride into the yoga shala, I saw what must have been thousands of people pouring into my neighborhood to race.  Running is not my thing.  It has never appealed to me.  However, I have many friends who are runners.  Many of them describe the same sense of focus and peace that attracts me to yoga.

So, this morning I am inspired by the rhythmic footsteps and breath of the athletes who have been training for this day. 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sunday Inspiration 9/9/2012

Today I am inspired by the sentiment that "We're all in this together" expressed by President Clinton earlier in the week.  I felt it all around Philly on this gorgeous fall day, the anonymous joggers running in sync on the bike trail, the sweaty practitioners in the yoga studio, the person in the SUV who actually stopped to let me and another cyclist cross the street by the museum.  It simply feels better to be in it together and acknowledge our interconnectedness. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

And then there was that snap...

In my day job, I am the Assistant Director of a study abroad program at a local university.  Part of my job entails advising and preparing students to go to France. The other part of my job consists of welcoming exchange students to the university. 

The exchange student welcome program is an intense two day affair which I organize.  It causes me a certain amount of stress as I have no affinity for event planning (my husband and I eloped for this reason).  Nonetheless, I like to put my best foot forward and look like a competent professional.  I actually allowed myself plenty of time to get to work from yoga.  I applied make-up.  I changed out of my birkies and into the adorable heels that are usually tucked into a drawer of my desk.

And that last piece may prove to be a rather grave mistake.  After the last of the students filed into the auditorium for our little welcome speech, I was going to the back of the auditorium to close the doors.   In order to only have to take one step per landing, I was using a longer than usual stride.  As I reached the top landing, I distinctly felt a pop and a snap in my left hamstring.  I'm not yet sure if it was just a tendon sliding over something, or if it was something worse.  I guess we'll see on Friday when I take on primary again.  I don't feel anything weird now, so maybe it's not as bad as it sounded/felt at the time.