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Out on a Limb
17 January 2012
So, the other day I shimmied out onto a limb of Ygdrassil. I took a good long look at my life, at myself, and at who I wanted to be and I grabbed a big
ol’ branch of the Tree of Life. I hoisted myself up and I marched way out on a limb. I made a decision and I took a stance.
Of course, me being me, I decided to do this screaming like a Klingon heading into battle stark raving naked. Then I thought it would be a great idea
to do some high-bar gymnastics while singing, “Look at me! Look at me!!!!!” To tell you true, it felt great to be brave and to speak a bold truth. That
is, while the energy rush was still flowing strong (damn you, Kundalini yoga!).
But once everything quieted down….Um….yeah. (read more)
17 January 2012
So, the other day I shimmied out onto a limb of Ygdrassil. I took a good long look at my life, at myself, and at who I wanted to be and I grabbed a big
ol’ branch of the Tree of Life. I hoisted myself up and I marched way out on a limb. I made a decision and I took a stance.
Of course, me being me, I decided to do this screaming like a Klingon heading into battle stark raving naked. Then I thought it would be a great idea
to do some high-bar gymnastics while singing, “Look at me! Look at me!!!!!” To tell you true, it felt great to be brave and to speak a bold truth. That
is, while the energy rush was still flowing strong (damn you, Kundalini yoga!).
But once everything quieted down….Um….yeah. (read more)
By Rote
11 January 2012
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about habits and patterns. I’m trying to break a biggie and it’s a real bear for me right now. I think this is because it
isn’t a physical habit like smoking or eating poorly, but rather an emotional habit that was learned and established long, long ago. Over the years I
have only managed to refine this habit (as is the nature of such things), and now that I am asking myself to examine, manage, and ultimately discard
it, I find myself in a really unpleasant pickle.
When I try to examine how I got here, I keep finding myself back in Mrs. Dickenson’s 4th grade classroom, sitting in front of an overhead projector
repeating the multiplication tables. (read more)
11 January 2012
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about habits and patterns. I’m trying to break a biggie and it’s a real bear for me right now. I think this is because it
isn’t a physical habit like smoking or eating poorly, but rather an emotional habit that was learned and established long, long ago. Over the years I
have only managed to refine this habit (as is the nature of such things), and now that I am asking myself to examine, manage, and ultimately discard
it, I find myself in a really unpleasant pickle.
When I try to examine how I got here, I keep finding myself back in Mrs. Dickenson’s 4th grade classroom, sitting in front of an overhead projector
repeating the multiplication tables. (read more)
The Tao of Trek
7 January 2012
I’m an attractive, successful, well adjusted woman of a certain age. I have my issues like everybody else, but I like to think that I am doing pretty well
in the game of life. So, when I say this, please don’t head right into the stereotype, okay?
I love Star Trek. No, let me qualify that. I LOOOOOOOOVE Star Trek. I have followed every single series from the Original through Next Generation
right on to Star Trek:Enterprise. I have worn the insignia and owned an instructional cd on conversational Klingon. Leave me to my own devices and
one day you will see me dressed as an Andorian slave girl wandering around a major convention. I know, I know…..But I like to think of this quirk as
part of my questionable charm.
It isn’t the costuming that I love (because, honestly, some of it is awful!). Or the science of it–although that is cool (Ipad, anyone?). It isn’t even the
utopian vision of our human future. Star Trek in all its cheesy glory is loaded to the gills with good, old fashioned Tao.
Allow me to illustrate. (read more)
7 January 2012
I’m an attractive, successful, well adjusted woman of a certain age. I have my issues like everybody else, but I like to think that I am doing pretty well
in the game of life. So, when I say this, please don’t head right into the stereotype, okay?
I love Star Trek. No, let me qualify that. I LOOOOOOOOVE Star Trek. I have followed every single series from the Original through Next Generation
right on to Star Trek:Enterprise. I have worn the insignia and owned an instructional cd on conversational Klingon. Leave me to my own devices and
one day you will see me dressed as an Andorian slave girl wandering around a major convention. I know, I know…..But I like to think of this quirk as
part of my questionable charm.
It isn’t the costuming that I love (because, honestly, some of it is awful!). Or the science of it–although that is cool (Ipad, anyone?). It isn’t even the
utopian vision of our human future. Star Trek in all its cheesy glory is loaded to the gills with good, old fashioned Tao.
Allow me to illustrate. (read more)
Manifesting Happiness
24 December 2012
I was recently informed that I knew all about manifesting happiness. Why? Because I am a yoga teacher.
My reaction was, “Hunh. Really?” So. Since I don’t like to disappoint my peeps, I’ve decided to bust out my magic bag of yoga tricks and see what I
can do to address this issue.
Now, give me a second to root around in here a bit—it’s been a while since I had to. Ah, yes! There’s my unicorn horn. It should still fit. And…my
faerie wings, they ought to work. One bag of pixie dust….check! Damn, though, its getting a little low; time to re-up. I used to have this killer magic
wand, it had a big sparkly star on the top and pink streamers flying out the bottom. But I busted that sucker trying to fix a d*****bag a**hole who
ended up breaking my wand and my heart (hooo-whee! Was that a little bitterness sneaking out?! My bad! Definitely time to get more pixie dust…..)
Alright. That’s it. I’m ready to roll in all my magic yoga gear. But, um, here’s the problem. (read more)
24 December 2012
I was recently informed that I knew all about manifesting happiness. Why? Because I am a yoga teacher.
My reaction was, “Hunh. Really?” So. Since I don’t like to disappoint my peeps, I’ve decided to bust out my magic bag of yoga tricks and see what I
can do to address this issue.
Now, give me a second to root around in here a bit—it’s been a while since I had to. Ah, yes! There’s my unicorn horn. It should still fit. And…my
faerie wings, they ought to work. One bag of pixie dust….check! Damn, though, its getting a little low; time to re-up. I used to have this killer magic
wand, it had a big sparkly star on the top and pink streamers flying out the bottom. But I busted that sucker trying to fix a d*****bag a**hole who
ended up breaking my wand and my heart (hooo-whee! Was that a little bitterness sneaking out?! My bad! Definitely time to get more pixie dust…..)
Alright. That’s it. I’m ready to roll in all my magic yoga gear. But, um, here’s the problem. (read more)
