Friday, December 19, 2014
If you follow me on facebook you know that everyday for the past 19 days I have put up a picture of me doing yoga. Sometimes with the girls, sometimes alone. What you don't see is the time and crashes that are the behind the scenes, and sometimes, recently the pulling of my hip flexor so fiercely that I spent the entire day yesterday laying down on ice.
I honestly do not approach a pose with anything other than an open heart. Nail it or not, I am detached from the outcome.
Except for this
See, most people thought she was holding me up, but in reality I would kick into the handstand, slowly lower my legs and hold it, she would come up and lightly grasp my ankles, and SNAP the camera would flash and just like that- a moment captured in time.
Except you didn't see the countless times I fell, hard, most of the time forward. Allessandra looks a tad frantic in the photo because she knows what a foot to the face feels like.
It has taken me 18 days to hold a handstand for longer than a second.
As much as I tried not to be, I was attached to that. I will hold this, I will hold this.
The day after this, I woke up with the most excruciating pain in my hip, Forget yoga, I could hardly walk.
This morning marks day 19 of my continuous yoga practice.
I celebrated by watching the sunrise, standing in tadasana (mountain pose) which is literally just standing upright with feet grounded into the earth.
I am humbled and learning everyday to stop forcing things to happen in my time.
While things do come with practice - they also come from rest and gratitude.
So that's where you will find me today.
Resting in gratitude.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Eat as is, or top with vanilla milk or yogurt. YUM!
4 cups oats
1/2 cup tart cherries or cranberries dried
1/2 cup mix dark chocolate chips, cashews, almonds, hemp seeds, (get creative here)
1/2 coconut oil
1/2 cup organic maple syrup
Preheat oven to 350
Mix everything together spread evenly on parchment paper. Bake for 25 minutes.
Monday, December 15, 2014
This morning in between the hiccuping sobs echoing from the back seat, I vowed to not let the previous fifteen minutes destroy my day.
My Kids are jerks- Especially this time of year. Between the Grandparents loading them up with sugar, the chocolate advent calendars, and every excuse to eat candy and crap at school, they are literally cracked out out of their little minds. My kids specifically, this morning were like walking, talking junior high mean girls.To each other, and to me, their attitudes and fits were particularly epic.
Sophia decided to park her behind in the middle of the driveway and protest the wearing of a coat.
I reigned in my rage and put her in the coat, snapping the buttons with emphasis while she did her best impression of a wild orangutan.
I channeled my best Michelle Duggar and tried to remain calm.
Then she threw her boots at my face.
Then I cancelled Christmas.