Our yoga allows us to experience life in a richer, fuller HD format. The inhibitions and barriers start to crumble away as we begin to weave ourselves into the world community and explore culture, customs and languages foreign to us as well as our own native speaking dialects. Enjoy my images capturing life off the mat in New Orleans...
Monday, June 25, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Where ever you are, where ever you go, just carve it out of somewhere. Make that space for asana, pranayama and meditation. A baseball tournament put me on the road to Mobile, Alabama; this of course means finding a yoga studio that works with the tournament schedule or practice on my own. By the photo, you can tell I had to default to the later-which turned out to be bliss.
It is so fabulous to practice outdoors, my gaze is directed to unique perspectives of nature. It’s is good way to help me off the mat and see different angles to a problem or challenge, or to be able to see a situation from someone else's chair.
Even those pesky mosquitoes were in harmony with my practice, they didn’t bite me once! What’s your favorite outdoor space?
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Share these photos with your teenie yoginis to inspire them in their own yoga journey.
Charlie demonstrates the super challenging pose Parivrtta Trikonasana (Revolved Triangle). Charlie tells us that this pose stretches the hips and spine as well as opens the chest. This pose also improves breathing and relieves mild back pain. Charlie is so intent with the spreading of the toes!
Kerrigan is so adorable, he could have hung Ardha-Chandrasana (Half Moon Pose). Doing this pose helps to strengthen that puppy belly, improve coordination and balance as you grow into those big paws and strengthens the ankles and spine.
Monday, June 4, 2012
I can’t believe what I am seeing here, almost like a mirage in the Southern Delta desert. There stands an incredible junior college football stadium outfitted with turf, yes a TURF field, a Jumbo tron and a very likable press box. Next to this desirable stadium is a freshly built baseball stadium, all shiny and new with a fabulous batting cage, roomy press boxes and dugouts- Oh, I bet the locker room is pretty sweet as well.
This is why my son and I are here, to tryout for the East Mississippi Lions baseball team, a junior college in Mississippi that can’t be located on a Tom Tom. I think that every time my husband typed in the town of ‘Scooba’ the auto correct changed it to Scooby. My twitter photo pretty much captured my expression as we turn off highway 45 onto route 16, just blocks away from campus (I couldn’t send it, no service). As we turned, there before us stood a very fat and happy cow grazing on the side of the road-no he was not inside a fence, but literally just off the shoulder of the road. Later, I started to wonder if the AstroTurf football field was a necessity after all, to keep the cows from grazing and pooping on it.
My yoga tells me not to judge; I am doing more yoga now from a stadium seat than I have in the last 7 days. My mind can’t help but evaluate, critique and rank things as I slowly roast in the Delta heat. “Where did all the funds come from to build such star quality facilities? Are those dorms, converted from old motels? THAT is the student center?
I’m closing the Mac to sit for a few minutes and breathe, shut up Judge Judy and send positive thoughts to my son. But deep down inside I'm hoping he will take the offer from Southwest.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
It happens to anyone who puts pen to paper (or finger tips to keyboard)- regardless of your experience or skill level, you feel like you haven’t an intellectual bone in your body and nothing to express. Heck, you can lock up when writing in your own diary or journal! You may have the writable, reportable experiences, but they may be too raw to organize and communicate, hence the freezing action I suppose. It takes immense effort, meditation and pranayama to quite those nasty voices.
I am back on the blog track and I recently returned back to social media after a several week hiatus. I was caught up in the throws of this disorder called “Senioritis” and it can be quite gripping. My last child graduated high school last month and ordinary events or rituals became “this will be the last time you ___, sniff sniff”. The month of April and May felt like one long roller coaster ride at Six Flags as we experienced senior projects, prom, Senior Awards, the last baseball season, final exams - and rumbled right into baccalaureate and graduation. What a spring 2012 was.
If you are not aware of it, there is a completely opposite end of the spectrum to the disorder known as Senioritis, and I was experiencing this version in tandem with the more youthful Senioritis. My father’s failing cognitive functioning skills (associated with Parkinson’s disease) started to drop off right before I had to place my mother in a nursing home as she is anchored in the severe stages of Alzheimer’s. So you see, I have had a lot on my mind and plate...and it was covering up my mat.
Some incredibly insightful moments took place during this time, and a lot of light appeared amidst the grey. When the time is right, I’ll be blogging about a few of them under the heading of Senioritis.
Metta and Ananda to you all yogis and yoginis