Its Monday, and I am completely ready. I got lunches together last night, and all I have to do grab and go. Both the little man's and my bags are packed to have a great day all around. Pretty exciting stuff (at least I think so). I did some yoga this morning, but I feel very tight today. I think its partially due to the weather-its very stormy here again this morning. (http://arthritis.about.com/od/weather/Weather_Arthritis_Barometric_Pressure_Affect_Humidity_Climate.htm)I've noticed that when its stormy, I have more aches and pains. My right knee (the one begging for a future replacement due to repetitive injuries) is throbbing and my back is just stiff and painful. But its all good. I'm learning to deal with it and not succumb to it. Hence, the yoga.
I actually started doing yoga back in high school. I took a class from the community school and got hooked. In the late 80's in a WASPY community it was seen as more of a hippie like, counter culture statement. I saw it as something new to try, and I wanted to be more flexible. Some of my friends who were ballerinas were into it, and they recommended it. So, I took the class and was in love. My instructor really was a hippie freak, and tried to convert all of us to veganism. It didn't work-although I was a vegetarian off and on for the last 20 years. I have a love hate relationship with meat, I'll admit it. I do know when I eat healthier, I feel better, which is kind of a duh thing.
The other thing that I took away from my first yoga class was the concept of neti treatments. A lot of people thought it was a disgusting idea back in the day, but now its all the rage. It has helped my sinuses immensely over the years, and when I am sick, I swear it speeds up the recovery.
And now yoga is incredibly trendy. I am excited about it, since its been a huge part of my life for so long, but on the other hand it also saddens me a little bit. I think its because of how so many people are doing it now for purely fitness reasons, and are missing some of the other beauty of it-the rest, the meditation, the peace from it. The Little Man learns it in gym class. He loves telling his gym teacher that his mommy does this stuff all the time.
After all these years, I am still not good at it. I can barely get into some asanas still, but I enjoy it. I do my daily dozen every morning, and it awakens my body for the day. Some mornings are better than others, and this morning was no exception. Like I said, with rain comes the stiffness.
I am hoping that the storm passes, and the sun comes out. Poor little man hasn't really gone to the pool from camp so much since its been so rainy. Plus, it helps him burn off some extra energy (it doesn't really wear him out though-I don't think anything does honestly).
Since its Meatless Monday, we have two choices for dinner-grilled cheese with tomato soup or pasta and garlic bread. I'll let the Big Man decide, since he's cooking tonight. Nothing else going on tonight, just going to hang with my boys. Laundry is pretty much all caught up (its a first!)and there's not much else major to get done around here-just the regular vacuum and stuff. I'm trying to get the little man to be more responsible, and there are days when I am more successful than others. Last night putting the toys back in his room was a losing battle-lets see how the vacuuming is your job goes.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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