Metaphorically Speaking

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.

my favorite Monday

I decided to do a favorites today, but we will see if I do it every week. Keep you on your toes. My favorite thing lately is this: Sometimes I wear dangly earrings which makes me a little nervous around the baby, but when he is leaning on my shoulder he will gently put my earring in his mouth to check it out. He doesn't pull hard and I love to hear him breathing in my ear. An odd favorite, but I know it won't last.

Of course, to balance the favorite with the not so favorite, I just got back from picking Ella up at the high school. She was a little late coming out so I had the opportunity to observe some of the students as they left the school. The boys waddled by spitting as their pants slid way past what I consider appropriate and girls were throwing their gum down on the sidewalk. What are they all thinking? Sometimes I feel like I am still fourteen, but when I am wondering what their mothers would think if they saw them, I realize that I have become an old fuddy-duddy