You Can Take It With You

I keep having this dream about having to climb over mountains made out of cardboard boxes in order to get to where I want to go.  I wake up in a cold sweat and realize…

it’s not a dream. Continue reading

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Strike a Pose

Tonight’s thoughts were inspired by fellow yoga instructor (as well as talented writer/artist/amazing person extraordinaire), Deborah Bluestein.  After class one day, she and another instructor and I were discussing postures.  Being the astute observer that she is, Deborah commented on how it was frustrating as a teacher when students would choose (unknowingly or not) to POSE in a posture instead of actually being IN a posture.

BRILLIANT. Continue reading

How Does it Feel?

Bob Dylan asks burning questions.  When you can understand the questions he is asking.  But really, so brilliant.

How does it feel?

Just sit with that for a moment.

I was asked recently by a student that wanted to know how far or deeply she should go into a posture.

Simple question, but the answer takes some time. Continue reading

For the love of money

Finances.

When I type that word, my brain instantly fills with images of text from the Wall Street Journal, people in expensive suits, and coffee for some reason.  Lots and lots of coffee.  And then I instantly feel a bit stressed out and feel the need to clean my apartment from top to bottom with a toothbrush.  Because I’d rather do that than deal with…

finances. Continue reading

Worst Case Scenario

I’m homeless.

Not in the sense that I don’t have a physical building with a bed in it to retire to at the end of the day, because I do.  I’m homeless in the sense that “at home” can be defined as “relaxed and comfortable; at ease.”  My lease in my current apartment is up and I’m searching for a place to call home for September 1st.

For those of you that are doing the same, I offer you my condolences.

Apartment hunting is like on-line dating. Continue reading

No Left Turn

There is this road by my house called the Jamaicaway or J-way as the locals call it.  It’s a narrow, four-lane, undivided parkway that most people drive on as if it was the track at the Indy 500.  It is hilly with a ton of twists and turns and I’ve known more that a few people that have lost rearview mirrors or hubcaps in the fray of everyone trying to get from point A to point B asquicklyaspossible.  It’s part of my daily commute to work.  Good times.

There is a particular light on the J-way that you can make a left turn at UNLESS it is between the hours of 7am-9am or 4pm-6pm.  Now the sign that tells you this information is on the far right side of the 2 lanes and quite weathered.  Basically you need to have learned about it through folklore and legend passed down through many generations of your family. Continue reading

Don’t Lose the Grip

Forgive me for the void between posts.  My writing about life came to a bit of a snag because of…life.  Ah, life.  How you are full of so many twists and turns.  And potholes.

Speaking of potholes, while I was driving the other day in a particularly bad area of Boston construction on a particularly bad day on my way to do a particularly difficult task, a tiny thought managed to make its way into the tightly clenched fist my brain had become.

Your grip is too tight.  Let it go. Continue reading

Lawn Care 101

“But the grass ain’t always greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it.”~Big Sean~

Ok so he’s not the first one to come up with the concept, but it was the first time I had heard it.  Just goes to show you, even pop culture has something to teach us.

The grass on the other side of the fence is so green.  So very green. Continue reading