Archive | May, 2008

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19 May

God picked up my camera yesterday. This is what she saw:

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Perfection

12 May

My 3-year old is pure perfection. She is going through the phase of complete honesty. That means spontaneous laughter, dancing and raging. Yep, tantrum time. She threw a huge tantrum at church today. I was thrilled to get a break from my meeting and take her outside to rage. Instead of trying to calm her down or force her back to her class, I watched her little pain body work itself out and eventually calm down. When she settled down after a while, she let me pick her up and we stood under the trees in the courtyard and listened to the wind sing through the branches. She said, “the trees are dancing”. If she had behaved better we would have missed a key spiritual moment together. Tantrums are great.

So are full length mirrors. Little Drew loves my full-length closet door mirrors. I like to spy on her and watch her discover her own form. She looks at herself with such curiosity, striking poses and rubbing her belly. Her yoga poses are spontaneous and clumsy because her driste is always on herself in the mirror. She doesn’t judge appearance, she just embraces the many things her little body can do. Today, she ran in front of the mirror, back and forth, to see herself in motion. Watching her is like magic.

My eight year old is all about right and wrong, black and white. He has drive and determination and always puts in 100%. There is no nuance with this kid. This proves to be a problem for him when he is torn between his crazy, beloved video games that lean towards raucous action and his mother’s determination to embrace all things peaceful. His great solution to the problem? He brought home a card game yesterday called, “Non-violent, Politically – Correct War”. The face cards are altered: the cards are love cards, unity cards, diversity cards and peace cards. The joker is worth the least and he looks like an evil Rambo character. You play like regular war, but the person who gets the least wins, because you can’t really win if you take everything from someone else. He says to me, “Mom! I have the perfect game for you… you know, because you hate violence!” Perfection. I especially laugh that he said that I hate violence! How dual of him.

My 12 year old? Well, he’s starting to appreciate his privacy more and more which is why I never really comment about him. I will comment about myself though, feeling shocked and amazed that I will have a teenager in July. I’m learning to really detach from the little guy I used to not be able to peel off of me, and embrace the fact that he is now taller and has bigger feet than me now.  I cherish every “me too” he mumbles at me when I yell “I LOVE YOU!” after him. And, I’m learning not to push when he says “no thanks” after I suggest a haircut… 5 times in one day, and that micro-managing 7th grade homework is just a huge waste of my energy. I love that he still wants to show me his drawings and videos and that his gentle side comes out when he helps with his little sister.

Ah – Mother’s Day. Today my parenting mistakes and shortcomings don’t really matter. I get to bask in the joy of perfection in all of it’s imperfect manifestations!

I needed that

4 May

I took a jaunt over to my friend Yoga Dawg’s website today and saw that he’s featuring a section from his Ebook, My Third Eye Itches. Amongst all of the great books and philosophical works we’ll be offering at the yoga studio, I am most proud to present my own personal copy of “My Third Eye Itches”, complete with bootleg/wanna-be binding and a Do NOT Copy – copyright page! (not really. I’m so square – Dawg gave me his permission) It should make for good entertainment while we’re hanging out waiting for class to start.

Here is a cut and paste from his site, featuring a chapter of his famous book. I – um – think I need to change a few things from my classes 🙂


Yoga Teachers

YogaDawg will now introduce you to your Yoga teachers and explain their personal styles and proclivities. As you learn about Yoga teachers and what they offer, you will be able to wisely choose your classes.

Once you decide on a Yoga teacher and attend your first Yoga class, it is advised that you figure out fairly quickly whether your teacher is nuts. This was not much of a concern when Yoga was being practiced, as explained by John Schumacher (minor American Yoga Star) by “hippies, retired little old ladies, weirdos” and people from California as they were easily recognizable from the general public. But now that Yoga has gone mainstream, cuckoo Yoga teachers might now be more difficult to identify. So with that in mind here are signs that your Yoga teacher might be a wack-job:

Brings their cats to class (also bringing dogs, goldfish or animal crackers) might indicate that the Yoga teacher is not all there.
Makes animal noises during poses (barking during Down Dog, cawing during Crow, hissing during Cobra or making gulping sounds during Fish pose) all indicate that the teacher is most likely off their rocker.
Blasts Beethoven’s Ode to Joy during class (or plays Opera and sings along) is an indication that the Yoga teacher has a screw loose.
Snores during Savasana (or makes any other weird sounds) might indicate that the lights are on but no one is home.
Reads quotes from Timothy Leary’s Psychedelic Experience (or give a peace sign while saying “Peace” at the end of class, or says words such as “groovy” or “far-out” or “cool”) probably means that the Yoga teacher is trippin’.
Introduces themselves as some variant of a Sanskrit name such as Shanti, Shakti, Om, Freddy-ji, etc,.in place of their birth name such as Sally, Betty, Kim, Fred etc, indicates that the Yoga teacher is most likely cracked.
Wears Unitards (Yikes, run for the exits as this teacher will also show one or more of the above signs).
So with that out of the way, let’s examine the types of Yoga teachers that you will run into in your Yoga journey:

The Guru

The Exotic Dancing Shakti

The Facilitator

The Whatever

The High Touch

The High Tech

The Enlightened One

The Philosopher

The Mumbler

The Old Guard

Yoga Teacher Sub-classes

Read more about Yoga Teachers in the eBook –

or, Read it in our lobby and covet my copy, because it’s only sold on YogaDawg’s website!

On a side note –

3 May

we have walls! We have walls, electricity and plumbing! We have a yoga schedule, fabulous teachers and a curriculum. We even have shiny brochures and car magnets. Thank God I have a husband who adores his children and is picking up all of the slack at my house. It’s all downhill from here, right?

Ha ha ha ha ha

3 May

God is so funny. Did you know that it’s really not about whether the doors we ordered get here on time, or what color the walls are, or if there is a typo in my brochure, or even whether we’re ready to open the doors on time? It’s really all about yoga, yoga and more yoga. In this case, the yoga is manifesting in Ishvarapranadana and satya and ahimsa and definitely Dharana. Staying focused, letting go, speaking your truth with a lot of love. Intense periods of time like this definitely give me the opportunity to manifest real yoga. Yoga off of the mat. I’m finding myself going into auto-pilot pranayama. Yep, walking around in Home Depot – noticing a loud sound – oops, that’s me doing Ujayii breathing.  That said, I’m trying to find a  little more grace as I interact with everyone I love.

And I thought it that paint color was sooooo important. God – you are way too funny.