Hold The Pose, Not The Breath

When I am in class and in a pose that I find difficult, I keep in mind the saying "Hold the pose, not the breath." Taking a super deep breath while in a twist can be hard. Concentrating on proper alignment and remembering to keep breathing isn't easy. For 90 minutes during class I put so much effort into breathing but as soon as class is over I forget. I forget to take time to stop and fill my lungs and clear my head. There are moments in the day that an "ocean sounding" breath would provide so much relief. Stuck in traffic, dealing with an upset child, holiday blues all warrant taking a few seconds to stop and breath. Don't hold your breath when going through the poses of life.

It's Been a Long Long Time.

Life has been crazy hectic lately and with the impending doom, ahem holidays, approaching it doesn't appear that the Crazy Train will be slowing down or making any stops in the near future.  As some of you may know, I am not a huge fan of the holidays. I have something close to PTSD when it comes to this time of year. The stress and memories of holidays past often result in sleepless nights, crying, yelling and full body hives.  I try every year to slow down and be thankful for the things I have and concentrate on the positives, blah blah fucking blah.  I decided instead to concentrate and write down two lists. The things I hate and the things I love. This is probably going be really silly, and that is my point entirely. Please feel free to add your own list of irrational hatreds. I now present to you, in no particular order...

Things I Hate
*obviously I hate pedophiles, rape, murder and homophobia so I won't include those because you should just know that*

*drivers not using their blinkers
*the following words: panties, moist, precious
*inane FB status updates. Wow, your to do list. I don't give a shit.
*toothpaste in the sink
*indecisiveness
*not eating dinner early (I love the Early Bird Special)
*too much cologne
*rednecks and country music
*people who can't park correctly
*older white women who use the word "bling"
*people who don't figure out what they want to order until they are at the front of the line. Figure that shit out before hand people
*socks and sandles
*snakes
*cheap tissues
*picking up dog poo
*people who don't pick up their dogs poo
*constipation
*the Catholic Church/religious zealots
*skeevy older men
*guys that wear their pants 18 sizes too big/too small
*smoking
*stoners
*bad spelling
*Cambridge women and their long smelly gray braids

Things I Love
*my babes are number one forever and always*

*yoga
*the color pink
*black coffee
*chandeliers
*getting flowers
*when my kids fart. It is always funny.
*a good blow out
*sweater vests
*cats
*vampires of any kind/scary stuff
*going to the movies
*napping
*good tequila
*the Fall
*fashion
*dancing/disco balls/LADY GAGA
*snuggling
*nice hotels
*musicmusicmusicsingingsingingsinging
*exploring
*clothes on dogs
*my best friend Paul's sense of humor
*my girlfriends
*fake eyelashes
*drag queens
*goat cheese
*farm animals
*high heels
*my house
*legalizing gay marriage
*home improvement shows
*books
*internet shopping
*people watching


I'm sure that I will think of many more throughout the day but this little smattering of my warped psyche should be enough to give you pause to think and please, judge me freely.