I went to my first Yoga class this Monday.
Before the class I was a little nervous that I will fall flat on my face, that the instructor will put me into these awkard positions, that I will shoot the bunny in class… or other embarrassing scenarios.
But like all fear it’s False Evidence Appearing Real.
Yes I sweated a lot and I was sliding all over my mat. Some of these positions were uncomfortable and I know I was not keeping up with my breathing. I also fell over once.
My instructor was this cheery and peaceful being who started the class with reinsurances that everyone in the class is not all in the same place with yoga and that “being great isn’t being heroic but giving 100%”
I felt so good afterwards, body & mind. There are body parts that I have stretched that I haven’t thought about in years. For the whole hour I focused on my body and nothing else. Amazing ! I recommend it!
With anything one attempts the first time, it takes practice. Just like the instructor said in the beginning that yoga is practice, one practices yoga. I have heard it will take years to eventually have the poses down to perfection but I will practice.
Through the practices of yoga, we discover that concern for the happiness and well being of others, including animals, must be an essential part of our own quest for happiness and well being. The fork can be a powerful weapon of mass destruction or a tool to create peace on Earth.
Here-> A Year Without a Mirror
Kjerstein Gruys, spent a year without using a mirror. The mirrors in her home were all taken down and she learned to apply make up etc etc without a mirror.
Checking out her rules, they are pretty strict. For instance, not looking at pictures of herself and perhaps giving herself liberties to look at the photography from her wedding. And being conscience to not look at the rearview mirror but using it strictly for driving purposes.
This all got me thinking.
Then I ask if can I benefit by not looking at the mirror so much ?
You know, some of us, ME, are constantly finding something to complain or frown about. Finding the imperfection and allowing the imperfection to slowly shape my perception of myself into something negative and horrible.
The worst, is when you receive a compliment . Rather than giving a thank you, I instead respond with where I purchased the dress or pants or shirt and if it was on sale, I am extra cheerful.
I think, somewhere in my head, I believe that the thin piece of fabric makes me beautiful and not actually me. No wonder I am obsessed with buying all pretty dresses.
My point is, I guess. Finding love and acceptance from one self comes from one self.
Like Kjerstein, self love comes from little changes one can make in every day life that keeps away that negative reminders that we can take our imperfection into this horrible monstrosity rather than feeling human and unique.
I love my nephew. This is us at the Philadelphia Zoo.
& because I find Kahlil Gibran to be very influential ( PacifistK & I have a total of 6 weddings this year, I have been spreading Gibran’s thoughts On Marriage & On Love in all the wedding cards) I will leave you an excerpt On Children
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
bombing Japan was not the only option.
I am in love with my body, I love the imperfection. I love the way my hips sway when I walk, my eyes are blue like the sky, and my smile is so attractive.
Coming from a childhood of repetitive messages of how fat I am, I am finally not going to fall for that anymore. I have been feeling sorry for myself majority of my 23 years, I am so over that. I want to be healthy me, body & mind.
It feels good to feel good.
“Self-confidence is not a feeling of superiority, but of independence.”
A couple of great (foodie related) things happened to me while being on my hiatus.
I am still addicted to coffee, good food, and good wine.
So much so that I have been going through Old City Coffee Six Bean Espresso (ground for my stovetop espresso) like light tampons don’t last a woman when she has a heavy flow.
I have also been cooking everything out of Gaida’s Giada At Home. I love you, Giada for your simple flavorful recipes (and you really do kick Rachel Ray -and her followers- in the ass), although I add extra garlic to everything- a little sin never hurt anybody.
And I bough a copy of Armenian Cuisine by Alina Kamakian & Barbara Drieskens YUM- it spices up my Armenian pride. I also bought Ina Gartens Barefoot Contessa Back to Basics. CANNOT WAIT FOR TIME TO COOK and I wish I had a bigger belly.
As for wine, Louis Jadot Beaujolais is my favorite to get from the pain-in-the-ass-PA-controlled-liquor-stores. Although when I get a chance and the extra money, I head over the bridge to Moore Brothers (it’s in New Jersey). Just amazing when a wine joint keeps a data base of all of the wine I have ever purchased AND makes kick ass recommendations.
Oh and I got rid of my microwave. I do no use it as much as i thought I did and it cleared up so much space in my small city kitchen. Yay for being cancer free. That and perhaps smoking a joint once a month, I should be okay… right?