I have a new companion. Like Ms. Garminia, she is a mostly-quiet companion but she is always at the ready. when I call upon her for help, she responds right away to ask what she help me with.
And yet…
Archives for November 2012
Balance… and a little bit of strength
At the end of last year, I choose “balance” as my word of the year. My aim was targeted on a multifaceted balance rather than just physically being able to stand on one leg. Although, I meant that too, of course.
Finding a way to balance, or juggle, all that I want to do has been the bigger goal — or challenge. Running, yoga, family, work, play, chores…. It’s not as easy as just deciding that you want it. It takes work, personal strength, flexibility… and often sacrifice too.
This past month, I’ve opted to be home more in the evenings for YaYa. This is more of a personal choice rather than something he has asked for. Not only does my son not need my help with his studies, he prefers not to have it. Instead, I am there to provide him with food and water, coordination and transportation to tutoring, and troubleshooting any printer or computer issues that arise. However, this has meant that instead of breaking up my commute, by hitting the yoga studio on the way home from the office, I suffer through the entire commute and try to carve out time on my mat at home.
Now that football has ended, I split the weekend playtime between yoga and running. Sometimes, it’s hard to fully separate the two – for they are both deeply a part of me. At the end of today’s run, I couldn’t wait to pull off my shoes.
I’ve been running in Lil’ Sis’ neutons (which did not agree with her feet). They offer me a little more warmth and protection than my vibrams but still allow for a similar style of running. Nonetheless, they are shoes. And shoes do not allow for as much movement as my vibrams.
So off they come. I forward bend, down-dog it, and let my pigeon sleep for a few minutes.
morning commute
Confirmation that the morning commute has gone to the dogs…
the bug
Today, after getting some upsetting news, I laced up my shoes and headed out for a run. I felt the tug to stay at my desk instead. But I ignored it. A few steps into it, I felt a different sort of tug. This one, muscular in nature, pulled at me to abandon my efforts. I ignored it too. The tug, that is. The reason for the tug, I acknowledged. Then I observed the tug melting away.
Dire Straits, The Bug began playing on myTunes. I listened and thought about the ups and downs of everyday life. Lately, it really does feel like a game. And sometimes I truly feel like I really am the ball. It’s trial and error. It’s give and take. It’s a challenge and, yes, it’s a joy too.
I think they call it life.
Well it’s a strange old game – you learn it slow
One step forward and it’s back to go
You’re standing on the throttle
You’re standing on the breaks
In the groove ’til you make a mistakeSometime you’re the windshield
Sometime you’re the bug
Sometime it all comes together baby
Sometime you’re a fool in love
Sometime you’re the louisville slugger
Sometime you’re the ball
Sometime it all come together baby
Sometime you’re gonna lose it all …
cotton filled skies
Resembling cotton balls, the clouds covered the dark sky when we first came out of our morning meditation. I sipped my coffee and watched the sunlight begin to emerge from behind. Although the clouds obscured the sunrise, the backlit clouds were delightful to observe them coming out.
I rushed outside with my camera, barefoot and in my PJs. The ground was bitterly cold for my California Girl feet. But I stayed with it, vowing that next time I’d remember to grab my slippers along with the camera.
Unfortunately, I could not seem to get the camera to capture the image set before me. After I snapped this picture, I move on to other parts of the scene.