before/after/should/??

It has been 270 days since I’ve set foot inside a yoga studio. And even that was a one-off, my first drop-in class since six months before that, when the world shut down (Thanks Covid!! 2020 was GREAT!!). Yet here I am, alive and breathing and hardly even going bat-shit-crazy without my regular trips to……

long time, no see…hi!

Yoga teacher, world traveler, wannabe-blogger. I used to have lots to say when faced with the “so, tell me about yourself” question. Back when life was “normal”, I (most days) felt like a fully-formed, interesting, accomplished human bean. Lately, though, that question gives me a pit-in-your-gut, awful, unworthy feeling. I struggle to think of an……

wash your hands, do your yoga, stay healthy

So, frandz, it’s been a while. A while since I’ve written here, and a while since I’ve actually seen any of you, or anyone. We’re all in the same boat here, but wow. I can’t say it’s a fun time. And I’m sure I am far from the only one whose mental health is taking……

unplug/reconnect

Technology can be pretty amazing. Between emails, text messages, phone calls, carrier pigeons in times of real desperation, we’re able to get in touch with anyone, anywhere, at any time. Through social media, we can keep tabs on everyone from Aunt Beulah to Megan’s-boyfriend’s-sister’s-niece-you-met-that-one-time. Nearly anything you could ever wish to know can be found……

~~those were the days

A year ago today I posted a photo from the 200-hour yoga teacher training I’d just completed in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Even then, just a month after I’d come home, I’d captioned the picture “I miss everything about this”. Hard to believe that an entire year has passed since then. But hey, thanks to Facebook’s……

sunshine and storm clouds, in people-form

“How’s your mother?” “Mom? Mom’s always good!” How many times a day do I have this exact exchange? (Many. Multiple. Everyone knows my mom. Everyone loves my mom.) But the answer is consistent: Mom’s always good. She is one of the most relentlessly optimistic people I know; seeing the best in unpleasant humans, remaining hopeful……

everybody’s gotta have a thing

My thing’s sound effects. Here’s a T-Rex, NNNRRRRWWWWR. In case you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, (a: how freakin’ young are you? and b:), here. TV commercials in the 90’s were just so much better. And anyway, anybody that knows me knows my thing is yoga. Duh. It’s bordering on obsessive, the……

“so, who are you going with?”

In discussions of upcoming travel, there are generally two questions people ask right away. Number one, obviously – “where are you going?”. And the follow-up, more often than not, is some version of, “who’s going with you?”. I still, every time, get a little amusement out of people’s reactions when I invariably answer, “oh, no……

things have been worse, and things will be better.

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m not going to make it’. but you laugh inside. Remember all the times you’ve felt that way.” -Charles Bukowski Maybe it’s the crummy weather, maybe Mercury is in retrograde, maybe I’m just a naturally unhappy person. Whatever it is, I haven’t actually……

#fitness~~~

This might count as a bad yogi confession. Or it might make me seem like a better yogi – more spiritual and less “of the physical world”, perhaps? (LOL how’s that for woo-woo-hippie bullshit?) I’m really not sure where this puts me on the spectrum running from Bad Yogi to Good, but it is what……