Monday, October 11, 2010

I’ve been meaning to write but…

I’ve been too sore to type.
Everything hurts from elbows to abs sitting and breathing brings reminders of the days’ yoga class. It’s a good sort of sore I’m told a sweet reward for working hard, sweating much, and sticking to the plan. The plan was and still is completing a 10-week yoga teacher training. Seems like an easy task, right? I’m sure I was not prepared for the things that seem to be stirred up from the asanas (poses) and how these “emotions” are providing a physical evidence more proof, if you will, that yoga IS breath, body, mind. But I'm not even gonna get that deep into it.

Week 3: Still can’t do a solid tree pose- I’m thinking I have trouble standing on both feet actually. Shoulders are jacked up all the time
Mental block in half moon-ardah chandrasana, man!
“So, have you been keeping vegetarian?” ”Phish, me? No!” “Any reason why not?” “Why? Because we live in America and when we go to the store to buy meat it is beautifully packaged and we don’t get to see the whole animal so I don’t have to think about the animal. Unlike in other countries when you go to the market and the there’s slabs of cow hanging in the open air waiting to be purchased and butchered. When I visit there I don't like to eat meat.

Okay so maybe there are also supermarkets with nicely packaged meats in other countries as well. But I know if I had to live there I wouldn’t eat as much meat and not that I eat a lot of meat but I do crave a great steak every now and then. Do I feel bad for the animal? If I think about it yes if it’s an issue I give the food Reiki and then we’re good. Cool?



This photo was taken at an open market in Colombia, South America. I do not believe the fridge was actually plugged in since the door was left open the whole time.

Funny thing about the little town I visited, they have the sweetest and longest crossing signal I’ve ever seen, even cuter than the pedestrian traffic signals in Berlin, Germany. Did you here that, George? You have 40 or so seconds to cross the very busy (not) two lane intersection in the center of town that's maybe a total of 20 feet wide from gutter to gutter. Compare this to the inadequately quick 30 seconds Sunny Isles Beach, Florida’s Riviera, gives you to walk cross 6 lanes of traffic, 8, if you count the turning lanes.  What a way to get the retirees to move fast. What does this say about our culture? Our values? Our daily pace?



Is it any wonder I can’t get my shoulders down? I’ve been stressed out most of my adult life!