Apr 222017
 

This week has been a bit better for my own physical activity outside of my teaching hours. Getting myself active again and working out a regular routine is a must I have realized.

Funny how easy it is to just let the body go, but what a dramatic effect it has on the psyche and energy levels.

April 16th (Sunday)

  • 85′ meditation (30′) and yoga practice

April 17th (Monday)

  • Poolside in the am, so did about 6 laps with easy breast-stroke

April 18th (Tuesday)

  • 4.27km with MRTTAD Run Club ladies
  • 60′ private yoga session

April 19th (Wednesday)

  • 45′ yoga using Down Dog App Intermediate 1 level
  • 60′ Men’s Wellness Yoga

April 20th (Thursday)

 

April 21st (Friday)

  • 60′ Friday Wellness Yoga

April 22nd (Saturday)

  • 60β€² private yoga session
  • 60β€² private yoga session

I think next week I will aim to get to the gym once or twice for some cardio and ab workouts. πŸ˜‰ Plus, I feel I need to schedule in some more pool days as the Vitamin D time is good as well. πŸ˜›

~T πŸ˜€

 

Apr 212017
 

In the same way that I feel as if there is something big about to happen to change the course of our current pattern, I also feel darkness boiling and bubbling underneath. I wonder if it is connected to the highs and lows that cycle through my brain. Or, perhaps it is the balance of the light and dark? I do not know, but I do know there are undercurrents happening….

And, I cannot say they are all good.

While I am anxious about the good things to come and do believe they are coming – sooner is hoped -, I feel a brewing frustration, anger and annoyance at the world. I cannot quite pinpoint it or see the source, but I do feel as if it is starting to bubble up. I am not sure if it is an impatience with how life is going despite sensing a light at the end of the tunnel, but not yet at the end of it. Or, if I am upset with my husband or just the situation or something else. 

Whatever it is, I will spend some time meditating on it….

~T πŸ˜€

 Posted by at 09:15
Apr 202017
 

Our current political climate feels as if we have gone back in time to an era when women were objectified and respected for how they best serve their men. However, this feeling that we have gone backwards is a lie. The truth is that we never progressed. Instead, we merely sugar-coated, appeased and pretended that women have made progress in the world. 

Sure, women have much more freedom than they ever had. Women hold more important leadership positions and are recognized more than they were before. Yet, when you hear the everyday conversations around you, I wonder just how much we have progressed.

How often do you hear a conversation about a man that centers around what he was wearing, his current mood or contemplation if he is in his time of the month? How often are men even second-guessed for what they have said or done? How often are men judged on his attitude or looks?

The other day my own husband said in response to me suggesting he find me a job as a PA was “well, I doubt that anyone wants a PA who is sourly….” Although said in some jest, I was greatly offended. First of all, I am not sourly especially in a professional setting. Secondly, my professional CV has often been remarked as being “impressive” – yet my own husband judges on my mood. 

Furthermore, the world is still very much a man’s world. No one can convince me that women have it good in this society. Women are not appreciated for what they do for their men unless it is to be beautiful arm decoration, eye candy or the like. Constant comments on how well a woman is ageing or looks in the workplace is often brought home to be replicated in the home….

I am not a woman of the past. Now, I am a woman taught to be supportive of her husband and to work as a team in the partnership of marriage. Being in my second marriage, I am also more careful than I was in my first about the concerns, issues and decisions of my husband. However, I do not necessarily believe that one of us is the head of the household but rather that we trade off taking the lead as partners do. 

This means that I also might comment on my man’s looks, moods, and so on – just as he does with me. The difference is that I believe that I am respectful about how I do it with an appreciation of who he is. Perhaps he would disagree. Perhaps it feels differently because I am a woman and he is a man, so when a man objectifies a woman it comes with all those stereotypical connotations of men being men. 

Either way, the fact is that times have not really changed despite our pretense that they have….

~T πŸ˜€

 Posted by at 13:35
Apr 192017
 

One of the things that we talk a lot about in yoga philosophy is the idea of detachment.

This refers to detaching from images, sense of identity, expectations on: self, people, results, etc., and even from others.

Now some people dislike the interpretation of detaching from people because it may seem like a lonely or cold way to live, but perhaps that it itself is an attachment to some unknown idea of what life would be like detached.

What do you think would happen if you let go of everything?

Sometimes M and I discuss my ability to be detached as I learned from an early age not to form too much attachment to people or things because life then was very transient and unstable. In fact, my life now is not much different – to be honest – though I do have much more control over my life than before (or at least I think I do… πŸ˜› ). This means that I can appear cold with my emotions even to him, but it is more that I have accepted that while I love him dearly I also know that someday he may die or leave. I am okay with it. I do not say it will not be sad or possibly hurt my heart, but I acknowledge this is life and people come and they go in it.

The same goes for my material things, my fur balls, and so on.

I feel that when we detach our emotions and identities from the things of this world, it greatly decreases our need for worry or stress because I am no longer attached to an outcome of expectation.

Ultimately, detaching means releasing expectations. If I expect nothing other than to be present, give gratitude, share love and enjoy the moments as they come in a day, I find I am more content and do not fret about what is to come or what has passed (for I enjoyed the moments then).

So, what is the worse that could happen if we let go?

~T πŸ˜€

 Posted by at 10:22
Apr 182017
 

Do you ever feel as if you are could possibly be walking the thin line between life and death?

I do not mean this in the sense of suicide or premonitions of some dramatic accident occurring. I mean in the sense that perhaps some great awakening, change of a life season or maybe, yes, even actual death is about to happen to you.

This is somewhat how I feel lately. 

I feel as if the energy around me is building up an anticipation for a revelation of something. Given our world of uncertainty this could also be a sense of wishful thinking as well. However, if I take away the cynic inside of me, I could accept that soon all answers shall be revealed to me/us. 

There is also a part of me that imagines the possibility that it could also be the end of this life for me coming soon as well. When I start to have a sense of euphoria or as if the planets are coming into alignment for my benefit, I tend to want to bring it back to my potential escape from this world. 

Remember back when I wrote about my different view about death? Well, this goes for my own life as well. I have no intentions nor desires to live forever; though I accept that potentially I might live longer than everyone I know due to God’s sense of irony in my life. I accepted long ago that I would not be one of the lucky ones who could escape naturally from this world no matter how much I might have desired it. Since I chose not to take my own life years ago, I have determined to live life the best that I can while also being ready to go when the time should finally come. 

Learning to navigate through this life has been and continues to be a challenge. Still, I do not take the days for granted anymore and I appreciate those who enter my life without second guessing why they are there. I appreciate how the years have affected me and how recent years have taught me to control my mind, reactions and behaviors more so that I can truly enjoy what is thrown my way. 

So, as I observe the interactions of my life, the answers to my universal requests, and so on I continue feel as if something is on the verge…. All there is to be done is to be open to what may be revealed.

~T πŸ˜€

 Posted by at 15:09
Apr 172017
 

Yesterday I decided to try to get myself back into the practice of meditation and yoga since I had taken a break from my own practice outside of lessons. However, when I came home on Saturday with a bit of a sore back from doing poses without warming up with my client, I decided I needed to work on my own. So with a seemingly lofty goal of sitting first for 30 minutes and then a practice, I set my mind to it. 

Well, 30 minutes went by very quickly and just as I was starting to notice the numbness of my bum and legs, the bell rang noting that my time was over if I chose it to be. I felt quite pleased with this as I am trying to get myself up to 90 minutes for a 10-day silent meditation retreat at the end of June. My practice was good, though somewhat boring and also revealing that I need to work on upping my game a bit. I am not sure how to do this on my own – I may need to get on to YouTube….

In any case, stilling the mind was good. It also worked to bring about an immediate need that I had asked for by the end of the day. I am also looking for more signs from the universe/God about our direction for the future, but think I may need a bit more sitting time.

This morning I did not sit as my emotions have taken over today – perhaps as a result of yesterday’s session. So, I need to take a day to let everything process and see where I might need to be careful in my next sitting session. I know they say that part of the discipline is to sit through everything and so most likely I should be sitting through the emotions as well, but that next step is still in the works.

As I do learn to still my mind, I become acutely aware of how much we do not sit still. In our last yoga training weekend we had a brief discussion about the use of music in yoga classes. For me, I really dislike it because it distracts me from my practice as all I hear are lyrics or strand of music that come from pop songs. Due to my hypersensitivity to sound it invades my thoughts and keeps me from awareness of my body and mind in union together through the movements. For others, they crave the sounds and noise for the very purpose of distraction. They seem to almost be afraid of their own thoughts and allow frustrations of their minds to control the movements of their body claiming that the music helps them to focus. Yet to me, the music helps them to be distracted from their minds which defeats the true depth and purpose of yoga. (Think I found a good topic for the business blog!) It is not a stilling of the mind, but rather a distraction of the mind – which are indeed very different things.

So, as I process the waves of emotions that arose from my sitting and stilling yesterday, I also acknowledge that I, too, need to push through even that to further still the body. Practice makes perfect, right?! πŸ˜›

~T πŸ˜€

Apr 162017
 

Last night I finally came to an understanding about my mood since I returned from Japan. M had been gently complaining about my ‘tude a bit, but I had been ignoring him since he was annoying me with Mr Gropey. πŸ˜›

However, as I was telling him a story – a not very interesting one to be fair – he was falling asleep. Similarly, a few daysΒ ago, I was also telling him a story – again probably not that interesting – when he interrupted me mid-sentence to tell me his unrelated thought and then again later that same day completely ignored me whilst on his phone.

So, as I got a bit annoyed last night because I asked if he had fallen asleep while I was talking, he laughed and said now he was awake, could I tell him another “interesting” story…. Although I was good-natured about it, I said to him no wonder I have a mood when the only person I talk to in a day is him and he ignores me or interrupts me – ie. is disrespectful and rude to me. In his mind, he does not see himself as being rude and somehow justifies his behavior because of disinterest. As if I am always interested in the dribble he shares about work, clients, etc. That is not the point. I listen because he wants to share with me. It should not have to engage me or draw my attention as I appreciate that he wants to release his thoughts, frustrations, etc. with me. However, this is not being reciprocated.

On the other side, I also need friends to relieve some of the pressure off of him asΒ my only sounding board in a day. After a week with my BFF with whom I can ramble on with about anything and everything, I came back to a solitary world – which I do enjoy -, but acknowledge may not be the healthiest of worlds for me.

The problem is that my circle of friends has diminished and changed. My closest friends are caught up in the world of mommyhood and being working mothers. In fact, that just seems to be the general world in which I am in – no matter what circle I try to enter. The MRTTAD ladies are all moms – hence the name. The golf ladies are mostly moms. Then, if the ladies are not moms, they are ladies/wives of leisure who may have jobs, but do not freelance like I do. Therefore, when they are free I am working or I am free when they are working. Plus, there is an age gap and a mind gap.

Ultimately, then, there is this – my view of the world that does not match others. First, I do not have money to spend freely as we continue to live day-by-day or week-by-week when things are good. Second, I do not get off on being a PWA who flaunts her money or privilege to those around me who have not or can not. Finally, I am a cynic who spends a lot of time on introspection. Therefore, I really do need an intimate circle of philosophers. Am I being too picky???? πŸ˜‰

So, after being spoiled for two weeks, spending time with one of the few people in the world with whom I can weave in and out of my societal critiques, laugh about nothing, and spend time with when we are both able it is no wonder that I am strugglingΒ to readjust to depending on only one person to stimulate my mind. Thus, Ms B***h has been present. However, now that I know I can work on this somehow – either I gotta make more of an effort to make some friends or I need to adjust my ‘tude. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›

~T πŸ˜€

Apr 152017
 

Oh this week….I have become lackadaisical in my workout regime lately. Granted I generally take a wee break after a yoga training weekend. However, I have lost my groove a bit with the gym or other workout. So, will have to think on this a bit.

Anyway, here’s what I did manage to get up to this week:

April 9th (Sunday) & 10thΒ (Monday)

  • Recovery days

April 11th (Tuesday)

  • 90′ of slow yoga and walking meditation at St Regis Saadiyat for AWN AD’s Stretch for a Cause
  • 70′ Last of sessions for my Tuesday evening Wellness Yoga

April 12th (Wednesday)

  • Planned session that got cancelled so I relaxed instead. πŸ˜‰

April 13th (Thursday)

  • Planned session got cancelled due to a change in my schedule…oops…

April 14th (Friday)

  • 60′ Friday Wellness Yoga

April 15th (Saturday)

  • 60′ private yoga session
  • 60′ private yoga session

So, maybe I did enough yoga this week to make up for the lack of gym time. Think I need to consider how to get my gym time by either getting up early again and hitting it or working it in to my daily schedule somehow….We shall see. πŸ˜€

~T πŸ˜€

Apr 142017
 


It has been a while since I updated on the fur balls. I was away from them for a couple of weeks and have to say I missed them despite their crazy moments.

They are doing well, though I do have some concerns about the amount that Pippi sleeps and her wails, but overall they both seem happy and healthy. 😻😻

Here are some other pics –




~T πŸ˜€

Apr 132017
 

I was journaling this morning and in finding myself coming towards the end of a page I began to tidy up my thoughts to end my writing by the bottom. It came to my attention that this was not necessary. For what reason do I attach the bottom of a page with the end of my thoughts? These thoughts continue on even if I do not write them and what happens if I do write them flowing on to the next page? – Nothing.

It drew me to consider for whom do I write my journals. While the romantic inside of me conjures up the idea that somewhere in the future someone will fall upon the many volumes of my life, read them with interest and wonder about the person who penned those words – think I have read too many books or seen too many movies? πŸ˜›

However, the realist in me fully acknowledges that these journals may burn with me in my grave never to see the light of day again once I am gone. In fact, I rarely go back to read what I have written and these are from MY life. 😐 Still, it is a habit that I formed when I was 8-years-old as a way to cope.

Journaling became a way of life. It became my outlet for frustrations, for working out thoughts that I had but did not think anyone else would understand, for dreaming and planning how my life should be and for reflecting – even if I do not go back to read. Even if they never draw interest to anyone else, I now write for me. The pen goes to paper and some days it flows. Others it is a mere recounting of my days.

If I truly want to share these stories, then it requires me to properly write for a public audience. This blog is a bit of a bridge from the journal meanderings to more organized ponderings (sometimes). When I do eventually find myself with the luxury of time and space to write more, then we shall see where all these dreams will take me.

~T πŸ˜€

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