So it is Monday again and I was thinking of a favorite. I can't really write about my favorite sister, my favorite friend, or my favorite child now can I? I am just kidding, I don't have a favorite of those. I love all of them equally. I do have a favorite yoga dvd that I am liking a lot and that is "Dance the Chakras." My sister, Ellen, sent it to me and I really like doing it. The absolute best part of the practice is when I do shoulder stand and my tummy fat is no longer just sitting there, but actually going up (or down, whatever). This is very motivating and I really like it every time (not really, no). Today I was listening and discovered that apparently what happens on your yoga mat does not stay on your yoga mat. She said, "What happens on your yoga mat becomes a metaphor for your life." Oh, no!!! There are so many things wrong with that. For one, I never, ever, finish the whole dvd! What is that saying about my life? I can tell you it is pretty accurate, but one just doesn't want to be faced with that kind of truth. Another problem is that I rarely even get to yoga at all. Almost every day I think, "I will do yoga first thing in the morning. No, kids are up -- get ready for school. Now I can't because I just ate breakfast. Now I can't because I am wearing jeans. Now I can't because I just ate lunch. Now I can't because I have to pick up kids from school. Now I can't because I have to make dinner. Now I can't because I just ate dinner. Now I can't because I have to get kids in bed. Now I can't because I am too tired!" If that is a metaphor, I don't want the reality. Let's see what else. Oh, half the stuff I cannot even do. I am not flexible enough (too set in my ways?), not strong enough (timid? indecisive?), and generally unbalanced (???). When I do actually get to it, though, I really enjoy it and feel better all day. This morning the baby was climbing all over me and laying his head on my tummy -- I love that. Here is hoping that I can take this metaphor and be the conduit for my soul's expression rather than be the gutter for my incompetence.
Of course I would like to wish everyone a Happy Groundhog's Day! Six more weeks of winter, super! I would hate to be warm.