#finally

After a year of monthly payments and teaching Bikram yoga sans certificate, I'm official!

Also November 17th was my one year anniversary of Bikram Yoga teacher training graduation AND November 20th was my 1 year Bikram Yoga teachiversary. 

Stillness

I've been re-reading a great yoga book lately:

Yoga: The Spirit and Practice of Moving into Stillness
By Erich Schiffman (1996)

My favorite longtime yoga teacher, Ti, read this book to us during class over the course of a year. It's a great yoga philosophy book. One to savor. One to read again and again.

I'm rereading it now through a new lens, finding old and new nuggets of wisdom.

Here's one from today's read:

Stillness is not the absence or negation of energy, life, or movement. Stillness is dynamic. It is unconflicted movement, life in harmony with itself, skill in action. It can be experienced whenever there is total, uninhibited, unconflicted participation in the moment you are in--when you are wholeheartedly present with whatever you are doing. (p. 3)

Chew on that, ya'll.

To be or not to be?

That is as in to be 45 degrees and raining or to be 35 degrees and sunny? Always choose 35 and sunny. Trust me.

In other great news, today was my second run on healed/healing broken toe. Hurts, but I ran!

To be funny

There are some basic cultural differences between the East coast and the West coast. Of course, there are the obvious ones like the laid back attitudes vs. more direct, aggressive ones or that sprawling feeling vs. the crowded one. There are also other less palpable differences that one could only understand having lived in both places.

For me, the most stark difference between the East coast and the West coast is the sense of humor. Basically ya'll, I'm not funny here.  I've always considered myself to be a "funny" person, not comedian funny or anything, but funny enough that I bring a laugh to those close to me. Here though, I am not a funny person. No one laughs at my jokes. In fact, most jokes that I crack are received in absolute silence followed by distant sound of crickets chirping. What's up with that?

Aside from the fact that this has completely messed with my sense of self, it also has me very interested in this East coast/West coast cultural dichotomy. Like, what is it about my humor that is lost here? And what is it about the East coast, or more specifically my home, that better equips people to find the humor in my jokes? And on a larger scale, what does this mean about people in general?

Deep thoughts...

Smith Rock, Oregon

Smith Rock is a natural wonder of the Oregon world. Massive, yet small, unique, geological enigma---something about lava cooling and rocks shifting---it's beautiful.

Jason and I visited on Sunday. Even with a broken toe in the process of healing, I managed to get out and enjoy the beauty a bit.

6th Anniversary

November 8 marks 6 years married to this guy. Raise a glass (preferably one of our original wedding pint glasses if you were lucky enough to get one) and make a toast to love!

My girl

If it's wrong to love an animal this much, then I don't want to be right.