Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

March 14, 2015

Holding Space

This is such an amazing blog posting from Heather Platt: What it means to “hold space” for people, plus eight tips on how to do it well

I've been assisting at the yoga studio teacher training for the past six years - we're two months into the class of 2015. And during that time, I've heard the term "holding space" for ones students; I've been told that I "hold space" well, I've witnessed miraculous transformations and transitions through the "holding space" of my teacher, Barbara, the training she has developed, and the staff she has gathered around her.

But the concept of holding space has always been somewhat fuzzy or amorphous - what I have picked up over the years has been through role modeling, watching and learning, and perhaps some innate or natural tendencies / habits. So this posting and list are a wonderful attempt to quantify this important skill.

A few thoughts based on this list, from my own experiences:
  1. Give people permission to trust their own intuition and wisdom.
    One of the biggest issues in yoga communities is the guru-student relationship, how that is often abused, and how it sometimes stunts the growth of the student who cannot hear his/her own voice over the admonitions and instructions of the teacher.
  2. Give people only as much information as they can handle.
    "You can't handle the truth!" - how often we come across students whose struggle and root cause may seem perfectly clear (to us) and are tempted to share that with them, or push them in a certain path or direction - it takes a lot of internal strength and wisdom to let them figure it out on their own.
  3. Don’t take their power away.
    It's always kind of terrifying when folks who I have known as "teacher trainees" begin to blossom into their own power - that "you are not worthy" voice within me calls out and it would be so easy to cut them down to assure that I keep my place in the order of things. How many gurus or teachers, afraid of losing their own power, keep their students pot bound and dependent.
  4. Keep your own ego out of it.
    On the surface, there's that "I am so freaking amazing" vibe that some of us seem to exude from our pores. But down deeper, there's our own struggle, grief, fragility that can get in the way of being of service. It's a weird trick - to be solid and real, authentically ourselves, and yet to not present our students with our own rough edges for them to get caught on or cling to. 
  5. Make them feel safe enough to fail.
    First and foremost, by being honest about our own failures and limitations. By presenting challenges and goals that are attainable, but not assured. And by making the journey the goal, not the destination.
  6. Give guidance and help with humility and thoughtfulness.
    "We have no right to take another out of denial" - one of our training mantras. If someone asks, answer with gentleness and consideration. But taking inventory of another's issues or struggle, suggesting cures or resolutions that are unsolicited, or having a library of platitudes or rote answers is not helpful.
  7. Create a container for complex emotions, fear, trauma, etc.
    We have a saying around our studio "losing it on the mat" - every so often, one of us (and it has surely happened to me) will just start to weep, or be overcome with exhaustion, or pull down into child's pose. In the training program, we're often stepping in to lead another trainee away, who may be offering tissues or contact or trying to make someone smile to assuage their own discomfort with anger, with grief, with pain. Sitting with an individual who is releasing deep emotion, without trying to fix it, or make it better, or making it look good, is perhaps the most important thing I do.
  8. Allow them to make different decisions and to have different experiences than you would.
    My teacher has so much wisdom and so much life lessons learned - and to this day I marvel that I (who ignore a lot of what she says, and sit in my own struggle so often) am valued by her, am given an opportunity to contribute.  

March 18, 2014

Self-reminder: You Are Handy

I had a dream a few nights back - I was back in my house in Watebury, which had fallen on hard times - windows warped and not closing, floors damaged. As I woke, part of my "rooted in the present" mind reminded me of the storm windows I had installed at that house. I could not really afford replacement windows (many window, very large), but I removed and discarded the removable storms / screens, stripped and repainted the sills, and installed new triple track storm windows throughout the house. I count 10 large windows downstairs, and 4 smaller windows upstairs. It was a pretty big project - done by hand (with the aid of a heat gun to strip the old paint)

That reminded me of all the home repair / infrastructure upgrade projects I have completed over the years at that place:
  •  Upgraded electrical panel from an old screw-fuse panel (I think there were 6 total fuses, including two for the dryer) to a 200 Amp breaker panel. The electrical inspector was impressed by my workmanship (and could tell I did it, because I put service loops in all the wires as they entered the breakers)
  •  Ran a hot water line over to the washing machine
  • Installed 240 VAC electric heater baseboards on the second floor
  • Replaced the gas hot water heater
  • Built a bulkhead door (admittedly, this was kind of a horror)
  • Replaced front storm door
  • Installed three motion lights (after we got broken into early in my time there)
So yeah. I'm handy.

I was reminded of this yesterday - my iPhone (an older 4S model that is in good condition, meets my needs, and is perfectly serviceable) went from 30% charge to OFF in about 15 seconds. I've had it a while; time for a new battery. And my first thought was to go to the local indie geek store to get it done. But then I thought "you're a geek, you can do this" and indeed, for about $20 one can get a new battery and a toolkit to make the replacement, with plenty of online help via youtube and other places.

 Replacement battery and toolkit are en route, probably show up tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes....

March 16, 2014

Dining Alone

I live in New Britain, not too far from the Berlin Turnpike. My "neighborhood" is mostly north of my home; working in West Hartford, my band rehearses in Manchester, arts and socializing in Hartford. So I spend a lot of time driving along the retail ghetto of the Berlin Turnpike.

One thing I have noted as I drive along that road are the many restaurants - restaurants I have not dined in since I've moved to New Britain. Because dining out is not something that one does alone. It's a recurring source of bitterness and angst in my life as I make my way north or south several times a week - just last night I stopped by Lowe's to pick up some stuff, and noted that the Lowe's parking lot was filled with overflow from three adjacent restaurants on a busy Saturday night. The list includes:
  • Plaza Azteca
  • Outback Steakhouse
  • Ruby Tuesday
  • Ming Palace
  • TGI Fridays
  • Chili's
  • Bertucci's
  • Bonefish Grill
  •  Ruth's Chris Steak House
  • Joey Garlic's
  • Cavo's
  • Puerto Vallerta
  • Tunxis Grill
  • Elaine's
  • Makris Diner
I do go to Panera Bread often, but always alone and almost always take it to go - I've often looked out at those dining in, with dining companions, and thought that doing that, just once, would be a real treat.

Being single, living without a circle of friends that might call up and say "let's grab a bit" now and then, sucks.

March 11, 2014

Birthday Blues

It's harder and harder to ignore ones birthday in this era of social media and big data.

I've pulled my birthdate off Facebook and removed it from the yoga studio system, and that has been pretty effective in years past, but this year Linked In notified my contacts, and that bled over to Facebook pretty quickly. In addition, the camp calendar prints our birthdays. So although I was somewhat mysterious about the actual date, the word got out. It's been bouncing around since Friday, and as late as last evening, when I was acknowledging the event at the studio, people were assuming I was being disingenuous. 

See the thing is, my birthday was (and geenrally is) not all that different from any other day. Yesterday was no different - taught yoga, worked, practiced yoga, ate two meals alone (one not so healthy, one healthy). I did treat myself to a carrot cake cupcake but even that's not all that unusual. No cards, no cake, no presents, no family, no friends, no celebration.

So you will excuse me if I am less than effusive at the Facebook wishes for a birthday that is spectacular, monumental, or any other approbatory sentiment. Because that's not how my life is; and the more social and cultural promotion that comes my way to have that sort of birthday, the more painful and depressing the reality is.

I'm grateful for this life, I am happy to acknowledge the date. But the faux and surfacey "have a great day" aspect of birthday wishes (as heartfelt and well intended as they are) is just not a good fit for me; I do not have the sort of community or social circle to celebrate with.

At my age, birthdays are a bit like watching an altimeter pass through a 1000 foot rotation after one has jumped out of an airplane without a parachute. You notice the dial spinning but it's kind of hard to celebrate the ground approaching at terminal velocity....

February 15, 2014

Mike Birbiglia in Boston

Traveled up the the Wilbur Theater last evening to see Mike Birbiglia in concert.

 Not my usual stomping grounds, but a friend from a long-ago mindfulness series, who has remained a connection through the magic of a few common friends and Facebook, had picked up tickets before she realized it was Valentine's Day and her usual concert buddies would be doing coupled things. So she reached out, and I am so glad she did.

Not sure I've ever been to a large venue "comedian" concert - the CT Forum does not quite count, perhaps some comic nights at a bar. In some ways very much like a concert (I could swear I've been to the Wilbur in my youth, maybe to see Pretenders or Cheap Trick or somebody back in the day, although a lot of these halls look the same) in some ways a bit less crazy and loud. Lot of women in the crowd, I think a tribute to Mr. Birbiglia's audience as well as the date.

I got familiar with Mike Birbiglia mostly through This American Life (follow the link for a page of all his contributions), his book and movie Sleepwalk with Me, and the 2009 TAL livecast Return to the Scene of the Crime. Last night, I realized our roots are similar (Catholic school, he grew up in Shrewsbury MA, near my alma mater Worcester Polytechnic Institute). Topics included yoga(!), laties vs. earlies, religion. Mike brought forth a few self-effacing "inappropriate performance" stories, including a Muppet TV show (his first word was a swear), a baseball writer's dinner (he failed to notice the honoree was blind and tried to shake his hand, then got an attitude when the guy ignored him), a christian school (he riffed on Jesus, the socialist Jew, returning, who, as he noted "are not high up on most Christians' list of favorite people")

It was a great evening, although I was not perhaps laughing hysterically, my face hurt from smiling. Opening up form Mr. Birbiglia was comedian Jon Fisch who did a good job, mining the "single guy" thing with funny stories abouttoo many meals at his favorite sushi place, his nieces, his lack of hair.

And so nice to get out of my "rut" - Thea, my friend, is lovely, creative, and engaged in life (singing, art, etc.) - and it was fun to just hang out, chat, ride the "T" in from Riverside, and hit the big(ger) city.

February 12, 2014

Madame President

I was called to a meeting of my condo association last week, and, as I expected, I was elected president of the association.

Truthfully, it's not that big a deal - we're a small (four unit) building, each of us is an officer, things roll around. Kate, the outgoing president, is moving to a new place in Newington and renting her unit out, the other two owners are an older retired woman who had a mild stroke (she's OK, but not great in the memory department) and a young single guy who is not really that interested. So....it's me.

Not that hard a job really - we have a handful of regular expenses: insurance, water & sewer, a small shared electric service. We have a few regular maintenance tasks - lawn care in the summer (I've been doing it) and snow removal in the winter (seems to be kind of ad hoc at this point). And the seasonal stuff, power washing, trimming trees and bushes, etc.

Along with my responsibilities, I was handed a meticulously balanced checkbook (I have not kept a personal check register in many years), and an antique accordian-fold file (about the size of a microwave oven). My first official duty was to run down to Staples for a plastic file box replacement, some hanging folders, and a PAID stamp (no particular reason, what's the point of being president if you do not get to stamp stuff).

I spent this evening going through the falling apart accordian folder to see what we have. Water and electric bills going back over a decade. Checking account statements for close to 20 years, ranging from Fleet, Bank of America, Webster, and Farmington. 15 years of insurance documents (State Farm and Travelers) including a roof leaking problem in 2006 that was probably ice dam related, and I've thought about it this year as well. Federal tax forms, state of CT incorporation stuff, some old legal documents, and small piles of snowplow, landscape, and maintenance records.

We're not a very progressive association - the condo fees are very low (agreeably so for all concerned) and we're not making a lot of major repairs or upgrades. The bank balance seems healthy. So for now, it's stay the course.

I have some geekery to set up - Kate emailed me a very old and barely useful spreadsheet of expenses / income (I can do much better), she's been keeping the record of condo fee payment in a chart that is one step above crayon. I see in the archives that a past president did an annual budget projection that I'd like to resurrect, and I'd like to send out a periodic condo association letter to keep folks updated.  

I'd love to do some things this summer - trim the trees, create a bricked garbage / recycling can area (presently some plywood on the ground), perhaps repave the parking lot and add a few spaces (presently 6 spaces for four units, I and the guy on the end get one space, would be nice to have two)

I've been coasting for a few years now in terms of "adult responsibilities" - time to step up again! 

January 30, 2014

My Left Hand

A very vivid and remembered dream last night.

I dreamed I was at a party or function at the home of Dan, my fellow guitarist from The Guinea Pigs. During the party, there was a yoga class, taught by Ana Forrest (of all people; I've practiced with her a few times in the past but she's not really that present in my life right now) in the middle of the street (it was a cul-de-sac, in the dream). Somewhere in the practice, I attempted handstand (not a pose I do unsupported) and folded over or injured my left hand.

Flash forward to the next day; my hand injury has taken the form of slicing away significant parts of my four fingers - the index finger and pinky were pared down to the knuckle, the other fingers had more remaining but still pretty bad. The injuries had healed (no blood) and I was back talking to Dan and his wife Nancy about it (had they noticed this yesterday? Had I bled in their house? Did they find the remnants of my fingers?). I remember telling them not to worry about a lawsuit; I was not that type of person and besides it had happened in the street, not in their house.

And I remember having a deep sadness because the injury meant I would never play the guitar or bass again, and that it would impact my ability to teach and practice yoga.

At that moment, I woke up. The dream was so vivid and real that I immediately went to my left hand, found it to be intact, and was filled with a deep joy and happiness.

The whole thing reminded me of a zen story or parable I have heard, paraphrased here.

A man's child dies, yet he is strangely calm and unmoved by this.

When asked about it, he says "Last night, I dreamed I had four fine children, loving each of them as much as if they were my only child. When I awoke this morning, I realized it was a dream, and my dream children were gone."

"Do I mourn for this one child, or for these four children?"
A lesson dream perhaps. To be thankful for something as small as fingers. And that this body, this life, is on loan, and to enjoy it and use it wisely while it is in my care....

January 29, 2014

My Drinking Problem

No, I am not about to talk about addiction and recovery.A lot of folks in my life do not drink (either by choice or by commitment) and I've certainly spent some time in various flavors of twelve step circles. And I do not mean to make light of those in recovery or to minimalize the impact of alcohol on the lives of those who drink, and those family and friends impacted by alcoholism.

It's just that I'm not a very good drinker. It's not that I'm a sloppy drunk, nor that I am inexperienced, it's just that whatever combination of innate aptitude, preference, and proclivity go into the making of an alcohol aficionado, I don't have the right stuff. My facebook feed is filled with martini gatherings, creative and colorful cocktails, girls nights out, boys nights out, holiday parties, etc. and I just do not get it.

When I do drink, it's beer - usually something upmarket, and mostly because it's kind of controllable - it's hard for me to drink too many without having to spend the entire evening in the bathroom. As the saying goes, most recently quoted by Bruce Dern's character in Nebraska, "you don't buy a beer, you rent it". I might have 2-3 over the course of an evening, on a really wild night. Back in the (college, young adulthood) I guess I'd drink myself silly now and then, but insofar as alcoholism might require a genetic predisposition, I was favored without that particular genetic code. If I was slated for alcoholism, I would have fallen down that particular path in college. 

Somewhere along the line I picked up a bottle of gin and vodka with an eye to summerish cocktails - gin and tonics, cranberry and vodka. I dragged both bottles up the the folk fest, I actually made myself a drink a few times over the long hot summer, but the gin bottle is 3/4 full and the vodka bottle is maybe 1/2 full. I picked up a 1/2 pint (which ages me, I know it's really 200 ml, a transition that occurred when I was in college and working at a package store) of peppermint schnappes for post shoveling and holiday nipping - and was somewhat chagrined to realize that I do not own a shot glass. (I used a cold medicine measured cap to pour myself a shot  several times). That bottle still has 50 mL or so left - I bought another the last snowstorm which remains sealed. I am tempted by the sickly sweet, not so serious hard liquor of peach brandy or the like. I'm curious about wintery drinks - cinnamon whisky, a hot toddy, etc. But I'll probably remain just that.

Part of it may be social, physiological and economic - I do not really have much of a social circle so not a lot of opportunity to go out for drinkees, hang out with friends. I'm also pretty cheap, so the thought of spending $10 for a mixed drink or a glass of wine is just not on my radar. And finally, my liver, which has processed over a decade of oral estrogen, is just not really happy to get a solid night's worth of alcohol to deal with. I'm at an age where a hangover is just not worth it. 

So yeah, I'm not much of a drinker. And I'm kind of envious of those of you who seem to do it with class and style...

August 29, 2008

One Perfect Moment

Taught an All Levels class last evening. It's certainly different than a Gentle Class - different energy, different pace, different style. The theme was shoulders, and if I did not get to 1/2 the postures I had penciled in, well, I got to a lot. Some heart opening, shoulder flexing anusara arms in Warrior I that I cribbed from Desiree Rumbaugh. Thread the needle (thanks Carissa!) - which resulted in much rolling over. A little shoulder opener in Warrior II from Barb, I think. Archer. Dolphin and Bird's Wing. Shoulder opener with the strap (Shankara, surely).

Just not enough time to get to it all, I had penciled in floor boat and hands clasped behind the back, eagle warrior and bow. All to get right into those shoulders....

And then, the coup de grace - some inversions. Down dog on the wall. Dolphin on the wall. Feathered peacock (forearm balance). Handstand for those who wanted it. Most of the class tried something.....

Energizing, fun to teach, I still have so much to learn to really orchestrate a class the way my teachers do.....but learning I am.

And this morning, poised between sleep and waking, coming off a class last night and another I am teaching this noon, the world felt right. I felt like I am who I am supposed to be.

A rare gift, that. Trying to savor it.....

Pundits and Poets, Prophets and Politicians

I've been mostly avoiding the Democratic National Convention. Not that I do not care - I most certainly do. But for whatever reason my life seems to transcend politics these days. As the zen story reminds us:

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.

"Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.

"We'll see," the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.

"How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.

"We'll see," replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

"We'll see," answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.

"We'll see" said the farmer.


So I am excited for the new energy, the new blood, what Senator Obama's nomination means. I pray and work for his victory. But I am conscious of the political machinations and strategies, resonant with my own baser instincts for manipulation and scheming. I recall working the 2000 RNC in Philadelphia, and seeing so many Democrats in the arena, behind the scenes. In some way, it seems like a big game. So the spectacle of four days of politics and speeches - no thanks.

I am jaded perhaps. Unlike last night's rousing finale, with the Boss's dark and yet stubbornly proud "Born in the USA" thundering through the stadium, I leave you with Patty Larkin's song Pundits and Poets

Pundits and Poets, prophets and politicians
Buyers and sellers and keepers of information
Ivory towers look large on my television
Between commercials
Tell us all about your vision of

The sound of hope
The winds of change
The song of joy
A little light in the middle of the page


Gonna be a pretty crazy few months until November. Keep breating, y'all.....

January 27, 2008

23 Years of Service

Back in 1984, I had been in Connecticut one year. I lived for a time in a small apartment in Bristol, back when ESPN was a small single building with a couple of satellite dishes outside. I worked at Superior Electric, a (then) thriving manufacturing plant with 1000 + employees. Today, ESPN is a juggernaut, looking more and more like a planetary defense base. And the former home of Superior Electric has been partitioned into an office park, with Superior moving it's few dozen employees to a more modest space in Farmington. Things change......

In that year of living alone, my social life consisted of drinks after work with coworkers, and racquetball. I've spent time in Bristol the last few years, and it's been interesting to note that the Downtown Cafe and the Brass Pony pub, both former haunts, remain pretty much unchanged. Some things don't change, I guess. It was not a great existence for a young adult, so when my lease ran out, I decided what I needed was to find a social network that did not involve coworkers. So I began to look for a roommate situation, and found a duplex in Southington that was looking for a roommate.

One of my new roommates was named Deb - not sure exactly what happened to her. She had a boyfriend who worked as a forestor in Durham, of all places. All I know is his involved a skidder, and for years I envisioned Durham as the Arkansas of CT, until I actually visited there. He had a large, scary german shephard named Satan, and when he was around they'd lay low in the bedroom with the dog. She moved out a year later; I heard they got married, perhaps they are living in the eastern part of the state. I suspect that got too suburban and they picked up and moved to Montana where he could harvest trees and she could make soap.

The other roommate was a young music teacher named Alison. She had a boyfriend named Robert, who I met during my interview for the place. He had a beat up blue toyota pickup, with a couple of aluminum tanks strapped to the back. I looked at the tanks with interest. "You a welder?" I queried. He laughed. Hot air balloon pilot.

Robert turned out to be huge Springsteen fan - so when I sat down at Alison's piano and banged out the intro to "Jungleland" and confessed to being a fan of the Boss myself, the deal was sealed. I was the new roommate.

In those early years, I got to know Robert slowly. HE was (and is) somewhat larger than life and a rebel marching to his own tune - scary to a then-conformist like myself. He would occasionally fly over the house, so in summer months with the windows open, I'd hear my name called out from above between the booming of the balloon burner, at 6:00 a.m. When I would occasionally have an overnight visitor, he'd call out both of our names, much to our embarrassment. And on a few occasions, I'd go watch him inflate the balloon, or even tag along for the chase. There are some old pictures from that era that would embarrass both Robert and me.....

The years unfolded. Soon thereafter, I met the person I was destined to marry, and within a few years I moved on - to a job in the Danbury area, and an apartment in that city. I got married. Robert and Alison got married. We drifted.

In the early 90's, though, I began to reconnect. My marriage had broken, and I was alone again, in a small cape in Waterbury. Robert and Alison had a few kids, and settled down in Cheshire where he built a barn for his balloon empire. So I started once again to crew for him. I've been crewing pretty regularly ever since. And when they started to have their own marriage problems, I ended up staying more connected to Robert. A lot of bonding gets done before sunrise on a dewy field in the Farmington valley.

Last night, I went to the annual CT Lighter than Air Society winter dinner. We get together after the holidays, during the off season - to reconnect, celebrate, reminisce, and recognize. Mike Bollea won the "Long Jump" award for longest balloon flight within the state borders (57.6 miles, this year). Carlos Kebe won the "Sh*t Happens" award for an amusing (and abortive) inflation at the recent Frozen Buns rally. And I won the Judith Ushchak Crew Award, given in honor of a beloved and departed crew member. Mostly, I suspect I earned the award for hanging around for these 23 years.

My flush speaks to the couple of margarita's I consumed last evening. I did a lot of the behind the scene organization for the dinner: made a slide show for the cocktail hour, kept track of the reservations, put together the agenda and table cards, etc. So I deserved a drink or two, and I'm guessing my award was due partly in thanks for all the work on the banquet.

The white head of hair in the foreground of the picture belongs to Steve Ushchak, husband of the late Judith. When Judy passed away a few years ago, we all warned him: Steve, you have your hair and all your teeth. You own property. You're in good shape (Steve works a hay farm in Cheshire). You're a good catholic who goes to church daily. You are, quite frankly, a catch! He laughed and got embarassed, but a year or so later he shyly told us we were right. There were a lot of women courting him. He's brought the same woman to the dinner last night as he did last year - it's very sweet.

When I pulled the old gender switcheroo back in 2002-2003, it was right around the time that Judy was sick. So Steve was out of the loop for a year or so - we did not see much of him. We crewed together a some months after I had switched names and genders, and by then it was old news - nobody had thought to tell Steve. The chase that day was uneventful. Later, after the passengers had been toasted with champagne and fed fruit, cheese and crackers, and the balloonists had gathered for breakfast, I headed home. On the way back to pick up his car, I found out later, Steve asked Robert and another crew member about me.

"That Judy, she's really nice.....she reminds me a lot of that guy who used to chase for you.....is she his sister? Whatever happened to him anyways?"

He took the news pretty well, for a 70 something devout catholic. He had some concerns at first on moral and religious grounds, and if there was some discomfort for a while, well, he got over it. Or maybe he forgot about ol' what's his name. Being 70-something will do that do you.....

It's an honor to have my name on the crew award given in his wife's honor. It's been over 23 years of balloon chasing fun for me. With any luck, 23 years from now I'll be the white-haired head sitting at the table at the annual dinner.

January 26, 2008

Self Appreciation

I went to a birthday party last night; a friend who was turning 27 (egad! 27!) threw her own party and then sat there and faced the music as a room full of people, one by one, expressed their appreciation and delight at her existence. It was a pretty amazing thing. The catch phrase of the evening became "now you have to stay.....". Each person moved to the couch to talk to the birthday girl, and as they finished up, she kind of whispered that to each of us. Then the next person sat on the other side of her, and the first person kind of played back-up - holding her hand, catching the love and fondness that might have missed it's mark, and in some ways sharing in the appreciation aimed at the birthday girl.

It was a kind of magical thing, turning a simple "let's say something we like about Jen" into a ritual, with each of us in term giving, and sharing in the receiving, or love. I'm working on self-appreciation myself these days; my therapy homework assignment is to get three friend to tell me three things they like or appreciate about me, and sit there and listen (and not, you know, argue with 'em). Just take it in, feel it. In person only, sorry online friends and fans. It's not something I'm looking forward to; what if nobody can come up with anything?

Lots of friends from yoga, enlightenment intensives, and kirtan were there - I was one of the earlier arrivals and I felt my heart spin up a little as each familiar face came through the door. The food was delicious. Not just one, but two cakes (I only sampled one). Did not get out of there until 11:30, which for me is wicked late. Now I'm kind of foggy this morning; getting myself slowly up to speed for a Power II class this morning.....

Self appreciation, yeah. It was delightful to participate in this party, and a good experience for me to witness and share in for my own journey.

January 23, 2008

Finding My Voice

I've written a whole bunch of paragraphs on this subject this morning. And deleted them all before posting.

This, I think, is meaningful.

I suspect that finding my voice is going to be an important part of both my yoga teacher training and in my life.

June 16, 2007

Pre-Gemini Party

Dogs fed and watered. Pot of veggie chili is in the crock pot.

On the schedule: Pick up ice. Set up beverages. Clean and set up the back porch. Set up the three seasons porch. Clean the bathroom.

Looks like a nice day out there! Yay!

June 15, 2007

Why So Quiet?

Been a busy few days. We're holding our annual Gemini Party on Saturday - a tradition started by Zippy (who is a Gemini) as a sort of "I want all my friends and family to come by to celebrate but I do not want presents" thing - and since we are surrounded by Geminids, we thought, let's celebrate 'em all. The major birthdayish part is a Carvel ice-cream cake with all the Gemini's names; the rest is strictly hang out and schmooze.....

So we're in a flurry of pre-party preperations - cleaning, shopping, preparing. We're usually fairly lax in the housekeeping department. I am downright messy, and Zippy likes things neat on the surface but lets the dust accumulate. Zippy is content to just straighten up, but I go into hyper Martha mode - vacuuming shades, cleaning woodwork and cabinets, etc. whilst decluttering my sundry piles. Quite the project.

I'm making my traditional pot of vegan chili, Zippy is doing cajun green beans (and hopefully a mess of less fiery ones) - plus we'll have hamburgs, hot dogs, garden burgers, and brats for the grill, and people bring stuff.

It's an odd one for me this year - I never got off my duff to invite a lot of friends, so the guest list will be skewed towards Zippy's friends and coworkers. Zipster's artist brother Adam flew into town (we picked him up at BDL last night). Our musician friend Victoria will be down from the Albany area, with her guitar in tow. My mom, sister, and brother will be coming down, which is nice - being an alternative coupling without a marriage, its rare for our families to meet and mix, so its nice to have this sort of event. And after years of being somewhat circumspect about my life with my family, its nice to share my life with 'em. And oddly, my yoga/kirtan peeps (where I spend so much time and energy these days) have not really made the jump to "drop by the house to visit" friend status. Plus, Zippy has a chip on hir shoulder about that part of my life) so that slice of my life remains partitioned right now.

Our house is *not* designed for this sort of a party - even with the cleaned out back porch - so nice weather is a requirement for a successful party, and I think we are OK there: Yahoo sez Partly to mostly cloudy. Slight chance of a rain shower. High 78F. Winds SSW at 5 to 10 mph. In years past I have put up a tarp as a rain / sun shield over the back porch and I might do so again......

Anyway, if you need me, I'll have my hands in a bucket of soapy water.....

April 24, 2007

Yoga Teacher Training

It's a long process - one weekend a month for 10 months. I'd be looking at June 2008 to finish up. I cannot really explain the "why" and it's not like I have a master plan, but I have come to trust my process, trust what bubbles to the surface, even a small piece at a time. And this has been bubbling up for a few weeks.

Keep breathing.....and let go of your head!

December 31, 2005

2005 Wrap-up

A personal wrap-up really. I'll let the ten best lists, the world events, the entertainment and sports wrap-ups, the person(s) of the year, and other such end of the year rituals to others more knowledgeable or effusive.

It was a year of catching my breath and retrenching. A year when I gave up battling a ten year financial crisis, turned around and faced the dragon. Not the first time I have stopped running in my life - but hopefully the last. Life seems more centered of late.

2005 was a year when I started yoga. It was a year of exercise and increasing health.

It was a year of steady work and new opportunities.

I started the year having recently killed off a blog and abandoned an office outside the home, I start 2006 with a newly minted blog and the promise of reopening an office in February. In the long slow parabola of my life over the past few years, 2005 seems to have held a nadir - more and more there are signs of rebirth, growth, opportunity.

According to the christian calendar, its a new year. Celebrate safely, everyone who chooses to celebrate publically. We're having friends over for dinner, and will most likely be snoring as 2006 ticks over.

Do something affirming and positive and healthy and just a little offbeat, for yourself and for the universe.