i sit in my wooden fold-up rocking chair that i bought from the speedway thrift store (one of the many), on my big grey-painted porch with the paint chipping in many places… looks rustic ha ha… my doggy udu sits behind his gate close to me and my mogqai kitty ventures in for some food (dog food cuz i’ve run out of cat food and i’m too lazy to buy more, and i’m convinced she likes the dog food better… lol) the other cat, storm, aka flufferz, aka, fluffy, aka, chubby chub chub sits on her three-story perch guarding her territory. she’s in charge around here…. the wind blows so beautifully, so fully, in melodious roars through the large pines trees in my front yard with intermittent large rambunctious bursts, to temper the fantastic feeling with some good ol’ ferocity. my bamboo windchime that i bought from aqua vita dances to the wind’s song and graciously offers back her own music. lol and then there’s the faded-ass pink flamingo, sort-of-drunkenly-hunched over out in front of the porch… seems he’s slacking on his security position, as he’s not even intimidating in the slightest… lol like the adorable female security guards that circumambulate the whole foods plaza. i’d say patrol, but they are less threatening than the pink flamingo and way cuter. maybe the cuteness is a sufficient intimidation tactic. more than the sorry pink flamingo’s got going. for him.
i enjoyed my day. i really set out to. i’m working with DR Butler’s suggestion to cultivate a positive intention in advance to replace whatever habitual tendency you’d like to shift, like anger, or anxiety, or irritation, etc. he proposes that if you prepare your self in this way it will be much easier to apply it when the time comes rathe than waiting for that tense moment and trying to choose from an already disturbed state that’s probably already slipping into old patterns. Lee Lozowick says, “forwarned is forarmed.” I’m pretty sure it’s a similar teaching.
so i set out to be cheerful, enthusiastic, willing, compassionate, helpful, bright. i remembered what i was aiming for throughout the day and it was helpful. it wasn’t perfect for sure. god likes to show me where i’m lazy, “resting on my laurels,” as they say, or where i could definitely use some more work.
success though is that i got to see Mr. Darren at the studio this morning. a rare occurrence on a thursday morning. he was pleased about my punctuality. yes! (stef does her happy dance, and then quickly pulls herself back together) it was so sweet to get to interact with him, to get to see him helping students sign in, show new students around, help give change, etc. he really goes out of his way to help people feel welcome and taken care of. as do the other lovelies who are always working so diligently behind the scenes, Miss Rachel and Miss Ashley. Such gems these ladies are. I’m inspired by their steady offering of themselves.
11 am yogahour was a great size. this pleases me, of course. the larger the class the more the class feeds me. i made some good eye contact and felt as though my words were making some connections. that’s rewarding. 1215 expanding was also a good size, and yet, “good size” for 1215 expanding can be like a quarter of the size of the yogahour. it’s the nature of the beast. many factors come in to play, but i am grateful i get to experience and offer both. my “word of the day” for yogahour was “whirlwind.” see previous blog entry… 4.16.13 i believe.
i worked them through some fun warm-ups, strong standing poses held for about 20-30 seconds each, some core work, including vasisthasana (sage) prep and side plank, hip openers, and wild thing, and oh, yeah, astavakrasana. i feel like i’ve been neglecting some poses out of my sequences lately and that’s one of them! this general ommission from practice was very evident today in class, but at the same time i was pleasantly surprised. both inspire me to refine my teaching– what and how i offer. in expanding we gallivanted around through surya namaskar A, 1 minute handstand, surya namaskar B with variations, 1 minute pincha mayurasana, 1 minute navasana, 1 minute salabasana, blanket roll love (aka torture, depends on how you look at it) in uttanasana, malasana, vajrasana toes under, vajrasana, tops of feet down, virasana, 1 minute standing poses, back to virasana, supta virasana, pigeon, dhanurasana, settubanda sarvangasana, urdhva dhanurasana, rocking to knees on a crash pad, dropping back with a friend or the wall, and good ol’ cool down. yeah, savasana was so nice. tired day for several of us, which made it simultaneously a rough day for backbends and a perfect day for backbends.
i ate lots of tofu and salad at wholefoods and saw sweet nicole there. i haven’t gotten to see her for a while. then biked home to do work on two clients. i took too long chatting with my friend because i was procrastinating and this procrastination, as it always seems to, made everything worse… and yet, funny, kinda better too. i showed up behind schedule on my bike, sorta sweaty and already lathered in layer of ready-made anxious anticipation courtesy of my unruly thoughts. so rather than remember to remember my intention I so enthusiastically set forth only hours earlier, i fell back on default programming and expected her to be agitated with me and annoyed that i seemed to be running late. in hindsight i see she was quite contained. i on the other hand, was not. because of my expectations of her thoughts/ emotions, i had a preset li’l fit… yeah, i’m embarrassed to say, but i did it, and my client witnessed it, and i’m not proud, so i’ll just admit it, but i hollered at my cute udu, when he was merely welcoming me home with obnoxiously loud barks and howls and jumping up at the gate as i tried to maneuver my bike to the door, retrieve my keys, and search to fetch some appropriate proffessional mask to put on… and i got nothin… so i reacted like old patterns and just hollered at him to be quiet, and then i immediately felt bad. which didn’t at all help the situation. this client and i have butted heads a couple of times any way, so my head often expects, waits for and plans for the worst… long story short, this person didn’t seem overly eager to book again. actually, quite the contrary, seemed satisfied to “be in touch.” lol everything always works out for the best.
next client went perfectly. and then i ate way too much chocolate covered almonds while sitting on the wooden rocking chair, typing. …working on the preset intentions… some days it’s harder than others… but practice is practice…. and hey, what else is there to do?