I actually had to check my calendar to find out where I am at. Well, I passed the 40 days. The result? Five days on, weekends off. My alarm is still set for 5:45 am and most mornings I have 45 minutes before my son stumbles in. I enjoy my quiet mornings, even though my…
Day 24: Settling in
I am more than half way through my attempt at 40 days of yoga practice and found this week that five days on and two off worked with everything else going on. I even managed to avoid too much protest of my son in the morning. With all these other things on my mind, I…
Day 18: Some days are just the beginning…
Some days or any day Long, drawn out, epic or Short and sweet Fundamentally 24 hours Remembering forever or trying not to be reminded of Sometimes submerged, forgetting everything else around me And then this day once in my lifetime, receiving you, my son… And nothing stayed the same… I love you!
Day 10: Finding balance
I completed the first week of my 40 days of yoga and then took one day off. Actually, it worked out quite well. Even though I did not make it to my yoga class at all this week. It is always amazing to me what happens to the mind once that attitude shift has happened….
40 days is a revolution…
This could be day 3. An impressive one at that. After a weekend dedicated to mantras, twists and vibrations I am still resonating…. The intense practice, beautiful mantras, no chitter chatter in my mind at last. One mantra after the other keeps humming in my mind instead. Yogapod, the studio where I used to practice…
I really ought to…
This is where I go when I feel the need to let go of „stuff“. I focus on whatever thought has been circling around in my head driving me crazy. Then I make a conscious decision to let go. I take a rock and throw it as far as I can. When the physical sensation…
What rattles and goes up and down at the same time?!
A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to travel to San Francisco for work. Despite the fact that the weather was awfully wet (what a West Coast thing to do, complaining about the rain!), I loved being there. It was like a big version of Vancouver. Well, maybe not quite. But it had…
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