Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Dear Late Girl...

I was late for my Yoga Teacher Training class last Friday night.
Our classes begin on Thursday and Friday evenings at 6:30 p.m. – except for sometimes on Friday we start at 6:15 p.m. The Friday-night-start-time hasn’t been consistent, and well, you could say I botched it last Friday night.

I was pressed for time on Friday and I knew I was cutting it close – I thought class began at 6:30 p.m. and I walked in the door at 6:28. “Plenty of time,” I was thinking, as the teacher rarely starts right on time. Imagine my horror/disappointment/confusion when I stepped inside the yoga studio and the entire lobby was quiet and empty. Where were all of my classmates?

Turns out, they were already behind the closed glass door, sitting with the lights off, 15 minutes into a guided meditation.
What the…?!?!

I missed the actual start time.
Now, I pride myself in being punctual, especially for yoga classes. Yoga classes typically begin with a warm up and centering session – the room is quiet as the students prepare for their yoga practice. Arriving late means disruption to the class and I think it’s disrespectful to the teacher. That’s just how I feel about it.

And I don’t care how quiet you think you can be, when you tiptoe into a silent yoga room even your bare feet on the wood floor make noise. {squish-squish-squish} Rolling out your sticky mat as gently as possible... {chiiiiiicccckkk-flop} Lowering your keys as softly to the floor as you can... {CLINK-CLANK!}
Latecomers to yoga classes have always annoyed me just a little, and now, sitting outside of my yoga teacher training classroom while all of my classmates enjoyed a delicious round of pranayama on the inside…I was that girl. I was Late Girl. The inconsiderate, can’t-be-quiet, Late Girl.

I sat out in the lobby for a while, feeling embarrassed and ashamed and beating myself up for being late. I decided I would wait until the lights came on before entering the classroom so there I sat. Waiting. And thinking.
It wasn’t long before one of my classmates slipped out through the door and headed down the hall to the ladies room. “Yes!” I thought. This would be my opportunity to slip back in with her and go semi-unnoticed.
So that’s what I did.
Just inside the door I gently sat my book bag down and decided I’d wait until the lights came on to roll out my mat – I was pleased that my entrance had seemed super quiet!  “I’ll just sit right here on the floor for now,” I thought. Super quiet. But lowering myself to the floor, the joints of my body revealed me - knees and ankles and hip joints popping all the way down. {POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!} ~sigh~
Breathe, Deb, breathe!!! Slow inhales…let it go…Late Girl…breathe…let it go…you’re in…it’s over...Late Girl…breathe…
Later, during a break, I apologized to the student next to me for being late. “That’s ok,” she said sweetly, and then she told me she had been pressed for time herself as her little girl was crying when she left her with the babysitter.
Well, hello lesson.
Late Girl is every single one of us. Late Girl makes mistakes about the class start time, or she has to spend an extra minute giving her 2-year old hugs, or there’s car trouble or kid trouble or traffic to battle. Late Girl isn’t always late on purpose – who would want to do that on purpose? Late Girl is every one of us, at any given time, maneuvering through time and space on planet earth – doing our best to piece it all together.
Dear Late Girl, I’m sorry for all the times I’ve felt exasperated at your tardiness. I’m sorry for judging you and labeling you as “Late Girl.” You probably need that yoga class more than anyone else already on their mats, waiting in silence for you to settle in. You still can’t unroll a sticky mat in complete silence, but you can take a deep breath and let it go. Receive and enjoy your practice… Namaste. xo

Friday, September 26, 2014

Just a Quote for Friday

"Try to make at least one person happy every day. If you cannot do a kind deed, speak a kind word. If you cannot speak a kind word, think a kind thought. Count up, if you can, the treasure of happiness that you would dispense in a week, in a year, in a lifetime."
~ Lawrence G. Lovasik

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Summer of 2014 ~ Final Photography Scavenger Hunt Photos

Yes, another summer has come and gone and Rinda's Summertime Photography Scavenger Hunt has come to an end. Her third year running, this summer's scavenger hunt list was every bit as fun as previous years.

I found everything on the list except for a parade. True story: I had a dream the other night that a random parade marched right through our neighborhood and I went scurrying inside for my camera, so excited to be able to grab that last item. But alas, by the time I got my camera and came back outside the parade had marched by. ~sigh~

Anyway! I managed to find 20 of the 21 items, and I'm using one of the substitute items to fill in the blank for the parade I missed.

1 - a sign welcoming people to your home town
2 - a garden gnome
3 - birds on a wire
4 - a group of tourists

5 - a rack of postcards
6 - an urban street scene {San Diego, California}
7 - a rural landscape {around El Centro, California}
8 - a tattoo on a person {Carrie getting ink}

9 - a bakery
10 - a photo bomb
11 - a horn
12 - a mascot

13 - a [tequila] sunrise
14 - a birdhouse {an allowed substitute for a parade}
15 - a juggler
16 - a sign in a language other than English

17 - a lamp post
19 - a public garden
20 - a bus with a picture painted on its sides

21 - a photograph of me with something representing the season {summer}

So much fun, right?

One of the really fun things about this scavenger hunt is the variety of photos taken all around the world. Click here to visit Rinda's blog and check out links to other bloggers that participated in this photography scavenger hunt.

And a great big thanks to Rinda for hosting this fun event again this year!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

This week, I am...

letting go.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Just a Quote for Friday

"It's impossible," said pride.
"It's risky," said experience.
"It's pointless," said reason.
"Give it a try," whispered the heart.
~ author unknown

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Thoughts on yoga and what to write...what to write...

My yoga teacher training course has me feeling very introspective. It’s a little odd for me to feel this way and I’m sorting that out. The Me before yoga teacher training would have been banging out blog post after blog post, writing about it and sharing every little bit of it. But, in true introspective form, this feels like something I want to mull over, to think about, and not try to articulate or explain.
I wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond to the yoga survey I posted a few weeks ago. I have to say that your comments and questions were very humbling for me. I think I take for granted that I have such readily available yoga resources close by. I sometimes take for granted that my body is healthy and can move freely. In a perfect world, every one of you would have access to a variety of yoga studios and great teachers. Knowing that’s not the case for everyone humbles me and has me counting my blessings. My yoga practice is yet another perk of being me.

My readers gave me a total of 19 questions on my yoga survey, and in typical me-fashion, I sat right down and typed up my answers in a lengthy Word document. Then I created a blog post and saved it to my draft posts. A few days later I went back and cut it in half because it was a super long post. Then I went back and cut it down some more.
Then I went back and cut it all out, left the photo, and added these words.

I’m still trying to find my footing between yoga teacher (-to-be) and blogger. I fully embrace the fact that this is my blog and I am free to share whatever I want here, but this blog space was never intended to be all about yoga. Not to mention, I am not a certified yoga teacher (yet!) and I’m not so sure I feel qualified/comfortable answering all 19 of the questions that you so sweetly asked of me.
In the beginning at our yoga teacher training orientation, one of the master teachers told us that as soon as people found out we were studying to be yoga teachers we would be called upon to share our knowledge of the practice. At first I thought she was going to caution us to not get ahead of ourselves and start acting like teachers, but the opposite was true. She told us to start sharing our love and knowledge about yoga. She told us that we were already teachers and that we should start embracing that and feel free to share our knowledge. She told us to start acting like teachers!
In that moment I felt excited and, quite frankly, just a little freaked out. It’s a huge responsibility, this yoga teacher gig, and something I do not take lightly. Yoga is something that I feel very passionate about, and I consider it an honor to share that with others. I want to share it on my blog too, but I’m still trying to figure out the best way to do that. I have a few yoga posts written and saved as drafts, but whenever I read them I think they sound too preachy – too much like a lecture – and maybe a little too trippy for PaperTurtle.

Ultimately, I want to give you little bits of information that will create a curiosity about yoga. If you don’t practice yoga, I would love to influence you to want to practice! And the very last thing I would want to do is to come across as preachy or know-it-all. Perhaps the best way to approach it is to continue to share my own personal stories – to tell you how yoga has influenced me and made such a difference in my life.
Ah – there are so many levels of yoga. The philosophy and ideals are such pure and basic and beautiful theories to embrace. I want to give that to each and every one of you. I want to teach you like you were standing barefoot on a sticky mat right in front of me, and to help you understand that yoga has something for every body. And soul. I want to write yoga blog posts in a way that conveys my love of yoga, and my hopes that everyone could experience it on some level.
The trick is figuring out the best way to do that on my blog.
Time for more introspection…
PS: I am committed to answering each and every one of those 19 questions about yoga here on my blog. I love this amazing journey and I’m excited to share some of it here on PaperTurtle.

Monday, September 15, 2014

My life, currently...

These days I am:

Reading "Yoga Anatomy" and "The Bhagavad Gita." Deep.

Practicing yoga. Yoga. Yoga.

Feeling strong and sore and tired and energized. I think my body is a bit confused these days.

Thinking. Thinking. Always thinking. About yoga philosophies, yoga poses, and what needs to be done at work and home in the midst of my yoga commitments.

Looking forward to finishing my yoga teacher training at the end of this year but knowing I'll want more when this phase is complete.

Settling in to this new routine I've signed myself up for. This is week number six (of 19) and for whatever reason the adjustment period has been slow for me. I think I wasn't really prepared for the time commitment of yoga teacher training. And while I absolutely love it, it feels like every little bit of my daily life and routine has shifted.

Blogging differently these days. My blog has had to take a back seat on my list of priorities.

Trying to not feel guilty for my lack of participation in blog land. I just haven't had time for blog reading and commenting.

Missing Douglas. It's hunting season and he's been away a lot, but he's coming home today. Hooray!!!

Cooking hardly anything these days and buying lots of frozen meals for Doug to have on evenings when I'm at yoga class.

Taking hardly any photos - partly because I'm busy and partly because I'm a little bored with the same ol' stuff to photograph.

Sewing here and there and getting close to finishing September's square for Fiona's Friendship Quilt Exchange.

Listening to "All About That Bass" by Meghan Trainor. Over and over and over.

Being super happy even though this blog post sounds like I'm a bit worn out.

Happy new week, everyone!
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