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Omg!!!!, I would say if I were texting this. I’ve just been having a whack at revamping my website – you know, updating it to include the important stuff that’s happened since I last looked at it about eight gazillion … Continue reading
There’s a woman who works at our post office downtown. She’s tall, strong looking, blonde/grey, and has a good, big mouth and therefore a good, big smile. She’s missing at least one part of one finger. You probably know her. … Continue reading
I wake up with a circus in my head. Forgot to call the sound guy yesterday (theatre), have to start practicing with the snake (theatre), lots to do today including a conversation I’d rather not have (theatre), worried about one … Continue reading
My son is in his first year at The National Theatre School, which he sometimes calls The National Becoming A Human School. One of the roughly 14,500 things he loves about school (only a few of which we covered during … Continue reading
A few posts ago, i mentioned my friend Ed, who is one of the georgeous people i’m saying goodbye to at the clinic. Here he is, playing “You Are My Sunshine” one last time. [stream flv=x:/www.kristinshepherd.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Ed.flv img=x:/www.kristinshepherd.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/ed.jpg embed=false share=false width=360 … Continue reading
I love that quote for a million reasons. 1. Curious people are alive. This is what i want to be. 2. I can easily fall into asking questions like, “Why can’t you take the garbage out this week? Why is … Continue reading
1.Do your hamstrings become close to the same length at any point?
2. Have you found clothes that contain your gut while doing Downward Dog? (Perhaps you don’t have a gut anymore.)
3. How long did it take you to get the bandha thing going?
4. (This is directly related to #3) Can you lift your bum and legs off the ground when doing Uttitha Padmasana? How long did it take you to learn that? (Are your arms disproportionately long by any chance?)
5. Has anyone ever snapped a hip in two doing Pigeon Pose?
6. Do you like yourself more, now, than you did before starting yoga? (I do, for the most part. Something to do with the daily determination to be kind to myself, I suspect.)
7. Do you fantasize about teaching yoga? Classes at sunrise? In temples? In India? (If you currently teach yoga in temples in India, do you fantasize about teaching yoga at sunset in Machu Picchu?) I do. I have long, flowing hair and long, flowing hamstrings in these fantasies.
8. Does yoga elbow its way into all of your conversations? (For example, your dentist says you need to replace a crown. You say, that reminds me of forward bends in class today. Your dentist doesn’t understand.) Most of the people in my life hope this wears off at some point.
9. Do you still love it? As much as you did when you were new?
That last one is the one that matters to me most. I’d love to hear that it’s possible to love this for the rest of my life.
Thanks to yoga for inspiring questions, and thanks to you for the conversation.
I think yoga is a sport, just like the World Cup. Hear me out.
Tuesday was one of those days. I love yoga, love my home practice, love class, but there are some days, some weeks, even, when it all goes off the rails.
This is one of those weeks. I’ve been in hotels two weekends in a row, I’ve seen my share of drive-through windows over those weekends, and my hotel practice has been less thorough than my home practice. I’ve been away so much that my dog rolls her eyes when I come home.
The result is that my body and spirit are tired, chunky, and unsociable.
It took Olympian determination to get myself to yoga class on Tuesday. It was touch-and-go all morning. I kept thinking, “I can go home for a break, I can eat, I can read, I can get some work done, I can sit here and stare out the window for an hour.” Most of these options looked much more appealing than going to class.
(It’s possible some of you never feel this way. I am determined to like you anyway.)
By the grace of Whatever, I get changed, get in my car, and drive to the studio. I lie down, and almost immediately I could cry, I am so happy. Class starts. My left hamstrings have shrunk considerably over the weekend, somehow, I have NO balance, my thighs and rear end burst at the inadequate seams of my formerly roomy yoga pants, and still there is no place I’d rather be.
This is where the World Cup comes in.
When we go to class on these days, I think our teachers should welcome us at the door with big, glossy medals.
“Would you like a medal today?”
“Yes,” I’d say.
“Bronze, silver or gold?”
“Are you joking? Do you have any idea how far I’ve come today?The French fries and pizza I have overcome, the hotel coffee, the hours in the car, the dog’s face, and lethargy the size of an oil spill? Give me the gold, absolutely. I am the champion of the world today.”
There are days when we should all have medals around our necks.
Thanks to yoga for making me show up, and thanks to you for the conversation.
A woman came into my clinic this week and shook me up. She’d just returned from a two week retreat/course/mini-sabbatical. It was two weeks of being fed well and looked after while going through some self-discovery process. The kind of … Continue reading