Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Mysore Day 1 & 2: Observation & Salutations

I reached the conclusion sometime recently, after teaching something like 35 classes over the course of two weeks, that I really, REALLY needed to make time for and guard my own practice. There's always plenty of reasons not to, plenty of crap that comes up. But run, run, running, makes it very clear. You can't drive your friends to the party if you're on empty.

Right? Right!

I decided I needed an unheated, early morning practice -- mornings being the only time in my schedule that aren't consistently occupied by teaching, client calls, meetings, and so on, and so on. Despite the fact that mornings are incredibly difficult on my body, this is the kind of commitment that really is required. So I found Mysore on the Back Bay Yoga Studio schedule...

Mysore Day One: Observation
A lesson, perhaps in patience, and most definitely a demonstration of commitment, you're asked to observe your first class. Admittedly, my first thought was to try to weasel my way out of it, "oh, that doesn't have to apply to me. I'm a teacher." But I forced myself to hold my tongue and sit. Ego is so readily available. Beginner's mind, on the other hand, can feel like a scarce resource. This is a brand new (to me) practice, at a somewhat new to me studio, in a space where I'm not a teacher. This is a space I can learn without feeling like I need to be more knowledgeable, more capable. Brilliant. So I arrived early, sat and watched for roughly two hours, and was told to arrive tomorrow between 6:30am and 7:30am for instruction--assuming I could commit to the practice between three and six times a week. Little did my instructor know, that was exactly what I was looking for...

I probably learned more about myself, sitting there watching, then I did about the practice. However, I did notice the slight differences in the sun salutations from power (my home base) and Mysore. My body ached to participate. Run, run, running takes a toll.

Mysore Day Two: Relearning Suns
Sun salutations are like bread. Every culture has some sort of bread, and every one has a unique way of making and enjoying it, be it Ethiopian injera or Wonder Bread. Similarly, each style of vinyasa, the flowy yoga, has its own style or version of sun salutes. And of course, Mysore sun salutations have their own unique qualities. But where the ups and downs differ, even in the alignment minutia, the focus on breathing is consistent.

While I do sun salutations pretty regularly, the slight differences from what I'm used to required I bring a renewed focus to the practice. I tired myself out pretty quickly trying to keep it all straight, stay present and breathe calmly. But it all builds, in time.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Sandying is Vacationing

I realized yesterday that I haven't taken a day off in three weeks. So today, I'm hitting the road. Here's to a weekend of R&R!



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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I'd Be Happy If...

When you're really frustrated, and you're not entirely sure why, it's really easy to start an "I'd be happy if" list. Making a list makes you feel like you're doing something. But really, making the list is a distraction from actually addressing the frustration.

It's hard work to look inward. It's hard work to let the internal monologue run its course and listen long enough to find a truth.

It can even feel like the things that help are distractions. I'd be happy if...

I'd be happy if all my bills were taken care of. I'd be happy if I could get a full night's sleep. I'd be happy if I went to yoga.

Yes, all those things may be true. Trouble is that the perspective doesn't accept the present. Would and if are innately future looking words. So how about this?

I am happiness.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Sandy needs...

Last week, my gal pal and fellow yoga-goer, Abby Thompson got pressed (ah, the benefits of blogging on Wordpress) with her post What Do You Need? A riff off of a Facebook meme, Abby googled her name followed by needs and posted the first ten results.

When I read through her explanation and then her list, I immediately went and did the same thing. I googled Sandy needs, and here's what I got:

  1. Sandy needs a girlfriend
  2. Sandy needs to decide if she's happy or not
  3. Sandy needs a spliff
  4. Sandy needs pitches
  5. Sandy needs a ride
  6. Sandy needs a reconstructive surgery
  7. Sandy needs some nurses
  8. Sandy needs protection
  9. Sandy needs 83 stitches
  10. Sandy needs to blog
The first one, and the third one too, had me laughing out loud. But the last one hit home... Yes, Google, I do need to blog.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Driving to Florida and Back

--or Why I'm Giving Up Coffee--

Recently, I drove from my home just north of Boston, all the way to Tampa, Florida. I have family there. I also had heard a rumor that it's generally warmer there than in the Bean. So I hit the road.

The Black Bomber very rarely gets out on the open road. My 1995 Volvo 850 came to me with very few miles and aside from driving from this yoga studio to that one, I haven't added many myself. She's a tank, and a champ, and she loves the open road.

So do I.

Growing up out west, with a long, straight stretch of open road. Driving was always freedom for me...

Until you have to stop every hour or so to use the bathroom or get a fix. There's something about the addiction to coffee itself and the frequent but necessary bathroom breaks that feels anything but freeing.

So after spending 52 hours total in the car in one week, I've decided I'm cutting coffee again.

Photo by Selma60 via Flickr.

Friday, June 18, 2010

This Week: By the Numbers

2 - press releases written since Monday

14
- yoga classes taught since Saturday
7 - classes taught in the last two days

392 - unread emails in my inbox right now
19 - unread emails on my phone

0 - cups of coffee consumed
5 - cups of tea

32 - times B.O.B.'s song Airplanes (featuring Hayley Williams and Eminem) has played on my iTunes since downloading it this week

26 - cherry pits to my right
4 - cherries left in a bowl to my left


184 - miles on my tripometer (since filling the tank Sunday morning)


It's been a crazy week... I need a nap

Monday, May 17, 2010

Silence is Golden, Except When Blogging

Quiet feels so nice these days. Between running from here to there, keeping up surface-level connections with acquaintances and handling the personal necessities (eating, sleeping, etc.), silence really does feel like a coveted precious metal or gem.

I find I'm outwardly quiet when I'm keeping secrets -- though that doesn't last very long -- when I'm unsure about something or weighing options, and when I'm content. I have a lot more to talk about when I'm raising complaints, sharing issues, or looking for answers. Disease is fodder for conversation. Contentment doesn't yearn to be understood. It just is.

It's funny that the state of being content and the thing this blog is lacking lately (content) are represented by the same word. What can I say, synonyms amuse me.

Although I still find myself in that pleasantly calm place, I will be aiming to write more.