I had the honor of having Brene Brown as one of my professors in grad school. This blog prompt is hers and I love it!
TGI Friday is back on the Blog! Trying to be more consistent about posting and I love this prompt on Fridays. I looked around for another and tried (in vain) to come up with another one, but I just love this one.
It has been a busy summer, I'm sad to say there hasn't been much down time for any of us and it doesn't look like that is going to change any time soon. It is a big summer for our family as we prepare to send off The Boy Child to a college nine hours away. I'm terrified but...
I'm trusting in the love, guidance and parenting he has received and that he will excel at Texas Tech. Wreck 'em Tech!!
I'm grateful for my yoga and ballet teachers who gently meet me where I am and encourage me to go just a little further every class!
I'm inspired by my fellow Instagram runners! We got this!
Please share your own TGI Friday!
Friday, July 11, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
It Takes A Lot of Courage
that deep longing to be seen as I am and accepted for it. I was reminded just
how much courage it takes to show ourselves, uncertain as we always are of how
we will be received. -Marianne Elliot
I love yoga, having practiced at home off and on for years. It makes me feel strong and centered, and is a good juxtaposition to the running I also love. While my body craves the relentless forward momentum (just keep swimming) of running, it also craves the stillness of being on the mat.
I finally found a wonderful teacher and small class where I can get out of my house and get some much needed personal instruction. I was lifted up after the first class when the instructor told me that she could tell I have done yoga before. Especially heartening since 98% of my practice has been on my own.
Yesterday however, I found myself nearly in tears on the mat. While the other ladies in the class were going from tree pose, to lotus, to toe stand, my little tree was whipping around like it was caught in a hurricane. I was a little frustrated but took a deep breath and told myself that frustration was not going to make my tree any more secure and tried again. I tried to get to lotus and fell over. The teacher remarked, "where you were in tree was perfect for you" (while everyone else was in toe stand, mind you.) She came over to me and started to talk me through tree again. This is where I nearly welled up. I felt like a big old dunce cap had been placed on my head. I wanted to leave and could actually feel my body shutting down, could almost hear all my armor slamming shut against my chest. I told her, "no, it is ok. I don't want to hold the class back. If they are ready to move on that's fine," I kept apologizing. "Welcome to remedial yoga, I'm sorry, we can move on."
"They're fine, I 'm working with you now."
Another deep breath to let it all go and back into tree pose. I reminded myself that two weeks ago my little tree still had to be rooted with my toes and that today my leg was up on my thigh. The instructor gently guided me through tree in reverse prayer, which I got and was able to hold for five breaths. Then we moved on to crow and I promptly fell on my head, but without all the negative trash talk going on IN my head.
I obsessed about the class the rest of the day. Do I quit? Do I talk to the teacher? Do I stuff my feelings and possibly begin to dread yoga class? It wasn't until I read the above quote later that afternoon that I realized I did exactly what I was supposed to do. I let everyone see me, vulnerable and wobbly, unsure how I was going to be received: This is exactly where I AM! Would they laugh, become resentful? I didn't realize how brave that had been. Instead of being shamed and shutting done, I was brave and I'm proud of that.
So you go you little wobbly, but brave tree, fly your vulnerable yet brave flag high!
To learn more about Marianne, courage, and yoga, please visit http://marianne-elliott.com/
I love yoga, having practiced at home off and on for years. It makes me feel strong and centered, and is a good juxtaposition to the running I also love. While my body craves the relentless forward momentum (just keep swimming) of running, it also craves the stillness of being on the mat.
I finally found a wonderful teacher and small class where I can get out of my house and get some much needed personal instruction. I was lifted up after the first class when the instructor told me that she could tell I have done yoga before. Especially heartening since 98% of my practice has been on my own.
Yesterday however, I found myself nearly in tears on the mat. While the other ladies in the class were going from tree pose, to lotus, to toe stand, my little tree was whipping around like it was caught in a hurricane. I was a little frustrated but took a deep breath and told myself that frustration was not going to make my tree any more secure and tried again. I tried to get to lotus and fell over. The teacher remarked, "where you were in tree was perfect for you" (while everyone else was in toe stand, mind you.) She came over to me and started to talk me through tree again. This is where I nearly welled up. I felt like a big old dunce cap had been placed on my head. I wanted to leave and could actually feel my body shutting down, could almost hear all my armor slamming shut against my chest. I told her, "no, it is ok. I don't want to hold the class back. If they are ready to move on that's fine," I kept apologizing. "Welcome to remedial yoga, I'm sorry, we can move on."
"They're fine, I 'm working with you now."
Another deep breath to let it all go and back into tree pose. I reminded myself that two weeks ago my little tree still had to be rooted with my toes and that today my leg was up on my thigh. The instructor gently guided me through tree in reverse prayer, which I got and was able to hold for five breaths. Then we moved on to crow and I promptly fell on my head, but without all the negative trash talk going on IN my head.
I obsessed about the class the rest of the day. Do I quit? Do I talk to the teacher? Do I stuff my feelings and possibly begin to dread yoga class? It wasn't until I read the above quote later that afternoon that I realized I did exactly what I was supposed to do. I let everyone see me, vulnerable and wobbly, unsure how I was going to be received: This is exactly where I AM! Would they laugh, become resentful? I didn't realize how brave that had been. Instead of being shamed and shutting done, I was brave and I'm proud of that.
So you go you little wobbly, but brave tree, fly your vulnerable yet brave flag high!
To learn more about Marianne, courage, and yoga, please visit http://marianne-elliott.com/
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Meditation with Maddie
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| Maddie says, "om shanti." |
It never fails that once I get into my meditation pose and put in my ear phones, she releases whatever squirrel she is terrorizing at the time and jumps on my lap to hang with me until I'm done, if she doesn't get done first that is! At which point she uses my lotus position as a launching pad and the squirrels are on their own.
I've learned that I don't have to stop what I'm doing to attend to her every whim and that I can always go back to the breath when she disrupts my zen. Things I try to remember out in the world.
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