"Are you even breathing?"

This morning I attended a class at hb yoga works with michelle mckay. It was one of those days where I had zero balance, but tons of gusto. Those are days I know my life is not balanced. My energy was off the charts and I pushed and pushed and pushed myself (not the point, at all). Thankfully, michelle reminded us, "it's the journey," probably in response to the loud thud of my foot coming out of an arm balance back into chaturanga. She reminded us to practice ahymsa, or non-violence, to ourselves. I culminated my all-guts, all-fire version of practice with a sketchy, imbalanced handstand in the middle of the room. I was sweating, and trying, and willing myself into being upside when michelle came over and asked me, "Are you even breathing?" I was so caught up in obtaining my outcome, I wasn't even breathing! It occurred to me that with work and stress of daily life, it's easy to do just that.

6:30?

Patanjali writes about committing one's self to a consistent practice in conjunction with a disciplined lifestyle. So when I see mysore ashtanga on the yoga works' schedule listed at 5 or 6:30 every morning, I get it. But can I get myself to a class before 10 a.m.? I don't have an answer yet, but I'm thinking about making this change.

Seven Spiritual Laws

Last night I watched Deepok Chopra's Seven Spiritual Laws of Success on DVD. This book is amazing and provides a profound synopsis of ideas that can help guide one's life in a positive, productive way. My suggestion, read the book! I prefer the opportunity to reread ideas, rather than just let them spin by.

New Home, New Lawn

I'm really excited to move into the new house. It has an amazing lawn that hosts butterflies and potential yoga opportunities. I hope to find the courage to knock on my neighbors' doors and invite them to yoga on the lawn one Sunday morning.