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The Weight Of Water

I’m getting tired of winter.  It’s been quite some time since we’ve had as much snow, as often, as we have here lately.  I will say though I love the icycles when the sun is shining on them.  I took this shot through the sliding glass door.  There were a ton of icycles out back that day.  The snow has been falling heavy at times presenting nice, big, wet flakes.  Though it’s been dreary, it’s also been beautiful none the less.  But I’m ready for spring.  Enough already.  I’m sick of the mud, the saturated ground and dirty snow.  I’m ready to be in the outdoors without waterproof foot wear.

I’m still swimming and I still weigh the same.  I did buy a pair of Levi’s last night and they were a size smaller.  So I’m guessing some inches are melting away.  This last week, I swam Monday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings.  I swam for an entire hour Thursday night.  The Y wasn’t busy because it was sleeting so I took advantage of the pool.  Me and 4 other people that is.  I even started doing flip turns when I hit the deep end.  It has been a long time since I’ve done a flip turn and it wore me out, but I will do it again.  I’ve also met some interesting people at the pool.  I didn’t expect it to be a socialization type of thing, but I guess that’s not all bad.  And from now on, I will remember to remove my silver necklace and earrings that I rarely take off before I jump in.  Talk about tarnish central.

I taught a fun class last Sunday at the yoga education center.  I did an hour on the use of props in yoga and an hour on Sanskrit terminology with some chanting.  I really enjoy doing these classes, though I’m a nervous wreck a few days prior.  It’s always a good feeling to have the feedback when it’s over and done with.  I also like that feeling of accomplishment and of course, being able to share what I do know.  I am also freaking out a little as the news, KSFX , to be exact is coming this Tuesday, February 9th to film my free class.  They’re doing a stint on stress management.  My Tuesday morning class is a diverse group and a really cool crowd.  I never imagined when I started that class that it would grow to what it has today.  The episode will run on Wednesday, February 17 at 7:00 a.m. with Rob Evans, so if you want to see me gasping for a yogic breath, tune in.

Today the same yoga center I taught at last weekend, held their first kirtan.  It was amazing.  There was a decent crowd.  There were two guys on drums and Beth played the harmonium a little.  We did several chants and no one seemed shy to sing.  The whole deal lasted a little over two hours and I was not ready for it to be over with.  I will say though that now, I am a little tired in the lungs.  It’s wild how much breath it takes to sing and how much energy you use to chant something over and over again.  At the same time there’s a good, energetic feeling as well.  I know they will do this again and I feel that today is just the beginning of what will most likely be a regular kirtan get together.

I will be heading to St. Louis in a couple of weekends with a good yoga teacher friend for some more yoga training.  I do love these weekends when we go away.  We eat very healthy, we go to sleep early and do yoga all day long.  I wish I could spend more time in this type of environment, but it’s not possible at this time.  I’m also excited to drive my car on a road trip.  I’m loving the heated seats in this weather and I’m also digging that “W” button which puts the car in winter mode.  Instant traction on slush and snow, it’s really cool.

Bring on the warmer weather.  The days are getting longer and I’m totally liking that!


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Slip Slidin’ Away

ice-lionYesterday, a wintery mix blew in.  I started out the day teaching a yoga class.  I had a short window before my next class which I spent purchasing a parking pass at MSU, which involved explaining to them my unique situation over there, and why I only want to pay $2 for each day that I’m there.  It’s like groundhog day, every……single…….time.  Luckily for me this time, the guy got it and I was on my way!  I parked my car.  I bundled up and headed over to the student union to exhange paper work.  Then, I had to trek back to the stadium to teach my class.  When I arrived, I noticed my little yellow book was not in my backpack.  Where was it?  Oh man.  This book is more important to me than my iPod.  Every time I read or hear something I love, I write it in this book.  It’s full of stuff that would be absolutely meaningless to someone else.  The room I teach in was full of students working out.  I usually have to kick them out as they stay right up until my class starts.  Did one of them see it sitting on the stereo cabinet and take it for spite?  I got lots of dirty looks when I asked people to leave yesterday.  If you teach yoga, you know that the last thing you need is extra stress before your class. 

And this week we’ve had some.

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Meet Milos.  He’s Frank’s dad, my father-in-law and he lives right next door and has for 50+ years!  He’s 84 and sharp as a tack, hilarious and one of the coolest guys that I know!  He’s an avid outdoorsman and goes to the woods whenever he gets the chance.  He still fishes and hasn’t missed a hunting season in 49 years.  He’s active in AmVets and drives the D.A.V. van whenever he can!  He served in the Navy during WWII and to this day, believes Panama is the most beautiful place on earth.  His family came here from Czech and settled in the Bohemian camps in Nebraska.  They migrated south and he was born in Bolivar, Mo.  His knees have been repaired a few times and they are still so jacked up he can barely get around, but that doesn’t stop him!  His knuckles are huge and his fingers disfigured by severe genetic arthritis.  He can’t even button a shirt or tie a shoe, but that doesn’t stop him from cutting wood or piddling with his junk out back.

His right arm was feeling heavy on Sunday and he’d had a headache.  Frank convinced him to go to the E.R. on Sunday evening after an argument, ’cause he wasn’t going, ’cause he was OK!  Good thing they went.  He went right from the E.R. to the I.C.U. with a busted blood vessel in his brain.  We think he did this back in November.  It was after a day of deer hunting.  He just tripped and fell over nothing in the backyard and cracked his head open.  The bleeding is putting pressure on the nerves that operate the right side.  Explains a lot.  It’s not getting worse, nor better, so the plan is to drain that today.  My mother-in-law, was scheduled for a knee replacement this Friday, and that’s off now.  She’s having a hard time getting around, she’s 77.

I feel when something like this happens, it’s best to keep some sort of routine, especially when kids are around.  And today they are, there’s no school.  I’ve been called uncaring for not sitting at hospitals in the past, and I’m OK with that.  I just don’t feel there’s anything I can do by just sitting.  Right now, there are two people with Frank’s mom, immediate family and that’s how, I feel it should be.  I haven’t been up there yet, but I will go.  Luckily for us, the hospital is close as travel is not recommended with weather like this.  Tomorrow is Lauren’s birthday.  Something serious is usually going on during her birthday.  One year, on her dad’s side, they had a funeral and her birthday on the same day.  The plan is to have one girl spend the night on Friday and have a taco bar lunch and cake with some extra girls on Saturday.  Hope all goes well as planned, for every one.

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After my MSU class was over yesterday, everyone just sat there.  Twas one of those classes where no one was quick to move.  Sometimes, I think I teach my best when I’m stressed.  I was thinking about Milos.  I was worried about my book.  I too, came away from the class feeling better about all of it.  I stopped by the post office and mailed my ebay boxes.  Then I decided to stop at the Y, to check for my book.  After all, it had my name and phone number in it.  I had actually picked up a pretty hand knitted hat that morning that I had found on the sidewalk and turned it in.  Surely, someone else would do the same for me.  Nope, no one had turned in a book.  I cruised on downstairs to the yoga room to find my book on the table where I’d left it next to a bunch of yoga props.  I grabbed it and I kissed it!  On the way back to my car, a yogi from the MSU class rode by on his bike.  I waved at him with my book and smiled.