Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
I missed yoga today. Again! Otherwise I would not be here writing this blog. Am I the only one that does that?! I think there might be something missing in my brain. Some lobe that plans out the timing of my morning schedule. It's like my body takes over and becomes this robot. A robot that takes long showers, drinks Sense of Peace tea, sleeps in despite the tiny dog jumping onto its face, waters plants, tosses out the old kefir, gives out belly rubs to any animal that asks, and listens to just one more song on that cd. Then suddenly it's 8:50 and it's too late to go to class without slouching in late and ashamed--again--and THAT's when the human wakes up and realizes what she has done.
Oh yeah, and all this complaining and self-pity about missing yoga has made me lose focus on what I wanted to share, which is the above clip from the movie My Neighbor Totoro. My words can only diminish the experience of the movie. This particular clip makes me want to stand out in front of my garden and do sun salutations to see if it grows faster. Grey Kitty/Clooney will have to play the part of Totoro. He has the soft belly for it.
Sarah (French Toast) is in Thailand this weekend. If she does not come back we can safely assume she has joined the Sea Gypsies (Chao Le).
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
omg this makes me sooo happy. look at this cute bear doing yoga! she has just the right laid-back attitude.
here is the original article in the guardian, with even more awesome photos:
Monday, September 6, 2010
Instant coffee, hot soy milk, and a fried dough stick, aka you tiao. (yo-tee-yow)
In yoga-as-party-trick news, you know how when you tell someone you practice yoga, often the response is some joke about how flexible you must be? Or maybe they snort and say, oh yeah, so you can like, put your foot behind your head or something, right? (And let's be honest: it's usually a dude who says these things.) Well, dudes, I can officially put my foot behind my head, as of two days ago! After some deep, deep hip openers and a little manipulation of my shoulder placement, my foot made contact with the back of my head. Wooooeeeee! Call me for your next party.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I've always trusted Roger Ebert's movie reviews. For as long as I can remember, I've looked to his thumbs for film advice. I knew he had cancer, and had lost the use of his voice, but did not realize the severity of his condition. He cannot speak, drink or eat. He has no tongue. His communication is limited to gestures, scribbling notes and more gesturing. And yet he's written a cook book, dedicated to the rice cooker of all things. This NYT article touches on all this, but mostly Ebert discusses food. It's not about yoga, I know, but it's just too good to miss.