So the rain is raining all around and the ice pond is filling up. Mr. P and I had a conversation about it yesterday over the proverbial neighborly fence, wondering just how far up it will fill during this storm. I suggested a friendly wager, but come to find out we both thought it would reach as far as the black plastic that is laying down in there that had covered a burn pile this fall. So the wager was moot. We'll see if we were right.
It's raining hard right now and the chickens are less than thrilled, but have their little shelter to eat and drink in out of the weather. Though I think the coop is going to be the happenin' place today. This is always a bit of a problem because evidently, chickens have a very healthy sense of 'personal space'. Kerfufflles are frequent in tight spaces.
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I have recently decided to practice yoga on a regular basis. I have however, also come smack up against my perennial problem with yoga.
Body type.
In 99% of yoga images, this is what you see:
A young, tiny woman.
I don't want to say anything derogatory about her. She's probably a very nice person. We just don't happen to share the same body shape. AT ALL.
Mine, at the moment, more resembles an uncooked sausage tied in various places with string, producing bulges of sundry shapes and sizes in assorted randomly placed quadrants.
(WHAT an atrocious sentence! Fix it immediately!)
I can't. It's already typed.
(Have you heard of the backspace key???)
Oh yeah. But I don't feel like using it just now.
(Great.)
Anyway, this morning I got out my yoga DVD and my purple mat [at least THAT is something the girl above and I have in common!] and listened to Rodney Yee ... my yoga hero... tell me how to position my bulge quadrants into beneficial asanas.
Rodney GETS me.
:-)
And I must say, after I have followed all his instructions and gotten to the 'Namaste' part of the lesson, I DO feel awesome. My less than conventional yoga body type feels pretty darn good. I will never look like the girl above. Heck, I haven't looked anything like that since I was about 8 years old!
However, and here's where you will really need to suspend belief... [a very important skill when reading a nice fairy tale...]
This is what I feel like inside...
My very favorite yoga photo of all time.
I have a VERY highly developed ability to suspend belief you see....
(Either that, or you are psychotic.)
Well, Rabbi Nachman taught that... 'You are where your thoughts are.'
And he was WAY smarter than you.
Namaste.
A young, tiny woman.
I don't want to say anything derogatory about her. She's probably a very nice person. We just don't happen to share the same body shape. AT ALL.
Mine, at the moment, more resembles an uncooked sausage tied in various places with string, producing bulges of sundry shapes and sizes in assorted randomly placed quadrants.
(WHAT an atrocious sentence! Fix it immediately!)
I can't. It's already typed.
(Have you heard of the backspace key???)
Oh yeah. But I don't feel like using it just now.
(Great.)
Anyway, this morning I got out my yoga DVD and my purple mat [at least THAT is something the girl above and I have in common!] and listened to Rodney Yee ... my yoga hero... tell me how to position my bulge quadrants into beneficial asanas.
Rodney GETS me.
:-)
And I must say, after I have followed all his instructions and gotten to the 'Namaste' part of the lesson, I DO feel awesome. My less than conventional yoga body type feels pretty darn good. I will never look like the girl above. Heck, I haven't looked anything like that since I was about 8 years old!
However, and here's where you will really need to suspend belief... [a very important skill when reading a nice fairy tale...]
This is what I feel like inside...
My very favorite yoga photo of all time.
I have a VERY highly developed ability to suspend belief you see....
(Either that, or you are psychotic.)
Well, Rabbi Nachman taught that... 'You are where your thoughts are.'
And he was WAY smarter than you.
Namaste.