When you put down your purse, is there an intense sigh of relief? Are you worried that your mailbag-sized handbag could do some damage? Me, too. I wrote a couple weeks ago about shoulder injuries being hard to heal. Now let’s talk about keeping shoulders healthy. People have told me, “Oh, I can’t do yoga,… Continue reading Let’s bring back the fanny pack…
However, I realize that sometimes, people want to buy things for people they love. And they want to buy useful things, that are related to activities that those beloved people like to do. For example, people who like to take photos in the cold might want…ummm…warm boots for their tripods…I don’t know.
So, I was subbing for the wonderful Debbie Major, at a Hatha yoga class on a lovely Sunday morning. We were reflecting on balance, we stood strong in our warrior poses, we grew our branches in tree, then I made the mistake of saying, “Ok, how is everyone feeling about abs today?” We all looked… Continue reading How do we feel about our bellies?
After taekwondo family class one evening last fall, Kate and I went to King Soopers to get sushi (I know, I know, grocery store sushi…terrible) and a man saw us in our uniforms, there outside the store, in the dusk. ”Are you above brown?” he asked. “Huh?” I totally couldn’t understand him- I thought he… Continue reading So, what belt are you?
I’m pretty nerdy- just ask anyone. When I want to learn something new, which is all the time, my first move is not to try it, or take a class,or ask a friend. My first move is to read about it. When I first started getting into yoga seriously, about 7 years ago, I scouted… Continue reading Silly Rabbit, Tricks are for Everyone
You know how sometimes, there’s the circus-act aspect of yoga, it feels like doing tricks. “Okay, trained monkey, now do your headstand…” I feel awkward with inversions, because I’m not good at either headstand or shoulder stand, and not strong enough for hand stand, and I feel like I somehow “should” be good at… Continue reading Flipping upside down
“Oh, those guys are my archenemies…” my son says as we walk across the park. I squint at the middle schoolers in the climbing structure. “What are their names? Why are they your archenemies?” I asked. I’m curious, not confused. I’ve been at this too long to be bewildered. “I don’t know their names. I… Continue reading Let’s be friends