Dandayamana Bibhaktapada Paschimottanasana

Dandayamana Bibhaktapada Paschimottanasana

Dandayamana Bibhaktapada Paschimottanasana

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Yoga keeps me flexible.

Come with me to Friday. I want to be the ghost of yoga past. I entered class with expectations. This is always (yes always) a bad idea. I thought that because I was in one place, my class that day would prove out my current situation.

Life is nothing like an equation.

Standing separate leg stretching pose is one that I had nailed in my first bikram class. My head easily touched the mat. But over the next few weeks, it became harder. It seemed that as I progressed in one area I regressed in another.

Until I remained flexible.

I started breathing. Not in the way that keeps us from dropping dead. I extended my length of an exhale. Started taking deep cleansing breaths before even getting out of bed in the morning. In class teachers tell you to inhale at certain points and exhale at others. This helps you deepen the pose. God damn if this doesn’t work.

Friday. Again.

My head touched my mat. I also moved through the entire series with a grace that I can assure you doesn’t come easily. On top of it all- my hot vinyasa class Saturday morning was exhilarating! I was on my mat. But I’m starting to get what a moving meditation means. Aw sookie, sookie now.

Each day that I practice I find that there is an opening that gets bigger. Sometimes it’s in my hamstrings. Sometimes it’s in my heart. Starting a new career and realizing what truly can make me happy has indeed been a tumultuous but enlightening journey. Yoga has been a way for me to let go of some of those worries and embrace new ones. While trying to live in the moment there’s a time when you do nothing but live in the past.

Suddenly your mind catches up with your spirit. Or your spirit catches up with your mind. Or your mind catches up with your spirit.

You get it.

And apparently so do I. Today anyway. And really today is all that matters.

Namaste y’all.

Backbends & Stevie Wonder Pt. I

Backbends & Stevie Wonder Pt. I

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Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall 
Very superstitious, ladders bout’ to fall 
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass 
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past 

I’ve been trying to practice a bit of yoga at home since bikram is off the table. It hasn’t been wildly successful.

However, it hasn’t all been failure. I’m good at backbends. My core has always been strong and bikram has helped. Backbends open up your heart and throat chakras and are good for self-esteem. They help alleviate depression. And frankly they’re fucking cool. But and this is a big but- it’s not something to jump into. There’s a level of flexibility and strength that you have to have before doing them in class with an instructor let alone on your own.

After I’m warm I like to start backbends by standing about 2 ½ feet from the wall and walking my hands down and back up. I say this a lot – but it’s not as hard as it seems. One of the biggest things about the backbend is fear. I’ve been pretty fearless lately. Yeah, I brushed my shoulders off…

Except when it comes to sharing my dating experiences. I’m still a little sheepish here.

Old age is making me superstitious. Dying to write about what’s been going on romantically, I’ve found myself staring at the new post tab and walking away. Am I jinxing myself?

Maybe it’s the knee. I do think that because I haven’t been able to do yoga I’ve shut down a bit. Know what that means? I’m not taking my yoga off the mat. Though this ongoing revelation is taking it off the mat. So maybe I’m wrong. Oh- what fuck she sighs…

Gratuitous profanity aside, I feel obliged to update on the accent guys.

Outstanding first date with Irish guy- seriously. Chemistry and easy breezy conversation. We ordered the same drink at the same time. He knew Malcolm X’s birthday. This is sort of a big deal for a White dude. Shit, it’s a big deal for Black people to know. And no, I’m not going to tell you.

Google.

Sorry- the date. So, he calls and wants me to come to dinner at his apartment. Second date? Wha? Let me state- I don’t even know this guy’s last name. Which in retrospect I need to get- but I was meeting my family later that evening so…

Many men troll dating sites looking for hook-ups. Shocking. Men looking strictly for sex. I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I’m far from ready to settle. I could have overlooked his transgression and gone out somewhere.

Why bother?

Here’s what I’ve done- I eliminate all men from searches that I don’t think are a good fit. There’s also an option to block them from contact. I’ve started doing that do. Drastic? Not really- there is absolutely no point in dealing with men that aren’t even in the ballpark. As it is- the emails and winks are a little overwhelming. This has helped… I still have to balance that I’m doing this for me and that it’s important to date. And dating over 40 is work. 40 is the new 30 only for a select few…40 is more like 60 from what I’ve been seeing. And 30- is well, 30. That road is well traveled.

I had a coffee date with a guy who was pretty cool and we’re going to do it again.

Truth is- I’ve rambled on a bit- because there is a dark horse in the running and I’m playing it close to the vest…

Living out loud is important- but sometimes you gotta know when to shut up.

More to come in Part II tomorrow after class.

Back Bends Workshop this Weekend

Back Bends Workshop this Weekend

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Urdhva Dhanurasana

Opening your Heart to Spring – Finding Safety and Comfort in Back Bend

Sunday 1:30 – 4:00

Urban Oasis Yoga & Wellness Center

3310 East Lake Sammamish Parkway

Sammamish, WA 98075

(425) 677-8403

This workshop is designed to help everyone experience the joy and healing benefits of back bends.  Students will be exposed to a variety of different back bends, and will learn important elements of alignment to ensure that their experience with back bends is both safe and rewarding.

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Hi My Name Is …… And I Have A Yoga Problem…

Hi My Name Is …… And I Have A Yoga Problem…

Lock Your Knees.

Lock Your Knees.

Dandayamana-Dhanurasana

Dandayamana-Dhanurasana

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Dandayamana-dhanurasana or standing bow pose is now my favorite pose in bikram. Standing Bowpose is an example of a “tourniquet” effect, because it transfers fresh blood and oxygen from one side of the body to the other, and then equalizes it. This pose helps develop balance and it firms the abdominal wall and upper thighs and tightens upper arms, hips and buttocks. Most importantly, it helps build patience and determination.

I don’t really need help with determination that I have in spades. Seriously. Anyone who knows me knows this. When I’ve set mind to something I used to have a ‘take no prisoners attitude’. (Can you seen the strewn bodies and burnt bridges?)

What standing bow also does is inspire patience.

Let me paint a picture. One can see from the pose itself that it requires balance. By this point of the practice, you are already warmed up and your thighs are burning because you have been in Utkatasana. In Utkatasana (which needs to be a whole post alone) you are in chair pose, on your toes and squeezing your knees tight and easing to bent knees. You then move in to standing head to knee pose.

So by standing bow- as I mentioned you’re pretty tired. But something happens when you get into the position and hold it…

I really feel like an archer and the arrow when my chest is lifted. My teachers encourage “Kick back, lift higher, kicker harder with 50-50 strength. You can balance here forever.” And lately- it feels like I can.

I’m terrible at staying present in practice (and in life sometimes for that matter)- and when I’m in this position there’s an indescribable happiness that rises. A combination of gentle movement on one leg. You’ve  hit the sweet spot when you literally sway almost imperceptibly as your back arches and your toe is over your head. Stretching your heart up to the sky and kicking hard enough that you might spring forward- right at your target.

Until you fall out. It’s fucking frustrating. However, you can’t think about it. No judgement just get back on the horse and do it again. And again.

Hmmm I wonder- it’s pleasantly annoying when life and yoga collide. I walk home from class- at first with my teacher and then by myself. My thoughts wander back to the class and standing bow- then to the future and what I have to get done- and this damn match.com. I had a date on Monday- even though it was painful- he asked me out again before the night was out and I had to pass. Funny thing is I’m positive he didn’t enjoy it either.

I do have an upcoming tennis date. So if nothing else- I’m looking at calories burned and the smell of an indoor court which I find oddly comforting. And I do miss playing. Tennis is another game that takes patience and determination to master- but its lessons stay with you forever.

The dating world and I are striking a better rhythm. Finally, I’m accepting this as a thing I’m doing and not a notion. More patience and determination is necessary. But there is joy in the journey.

I’m taking the Millionaire Matchmaker, Patti Stanger’s advice and getting a few professional photos done. Mineeds.com is pretty awesome. You request a service and providers bid.

In Working Girl, Melanie Griffith proclaims as she chops off her Staten Island hair ‘If you wanna be taken seriously you have to have serious hair.”

So we’ll see how the photos look! And if I’m still yawning on dates. I’ll simply get back into position and try it again.

Namaste y’all.

Downward Facing Dog

Downward Facing Dog

Silly Love Songs…And Really Sore Knees

Silly Love Songs…And Really Sore Knees

Dating is a Lot Like Hair Care Or Little Goes a Long Way

Dating is a Lot Like Hair Care Or Little Goes a Long Way

It’s Not That Hard? Is It? Or Should It Be Hard?

It’s Not That Hard? Is It? Or Should It Be Hard?

A Profile Change Sparks Interest?

A Profile Change Sparks Interest?

No Shirt? No Response.

No Shirt? No Response.