A new outfit

My blog is trying out a new outfit.
Gotta keep things interesting!

Stop, mind!

Yoga, translated, is the cessation of thought waves in the mind. When I read somewhere recently "don't let your mind get in the way of your yoga", I remembered this literal translation of the word yoga. I love this definition because we literally do need to stop our minds from thinking too much.

The mind will make you fear. The mind will make you doubt. The mind will try to convince you to do all sorts of things. The stopping of these thought waves is the first step in taking the control back from your mind.

I like this image below of yoga as a tree. All of Patanjali's eight limbs are represented. Each its own branch.

Balanced.

Balance

Balance is an integral part of achieving Santosha, my friends. Balance in all arenas of life.

For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to reach a nice balance with my yoga and my running schedules. It has involved an awful lot of meticulous planning which is fairly uncharacteristic for me. With work and other obligations, it gets hard to make time to do all of the things that one wants to do. I have to think about my week ahead of time and plan the days on which I want to partake in a certain activity. It's been working out just fine, only at the detriment to my spontaneity and whimsy. But I honestly can't think of another alternative.

woe is me.

Did you ever?

Just take a minute to soak in the cuteness.



My how she's grown

Some day...

When I was a freshman or sophomore in high school I got the idea that I needed to shave my head or cut it really short and dye it blonde. I don't know what it was; maybe something about feeling like I had control over my appearance or wanting to feel the complete opposite of what I was. But I wanted it...bad. Because of certain powers that be, I was unable to satisfy this desire, and recently I've been thinking about it again. I mean, tons of hot actresses have done it and still look awesome. It seems like there must be something so freeing about it. And, absolutely no upkeep!

I know, I know...don't worry, I'm not going to do it. I just wish that I had satiated this desire when times were simpler. I wish my window of shaving my head had not already passed. Or has it...?

The case of the uncut grass

The school couldn't afford to get the grass cut on the playground. It got very very tall. The students braved the ticks and snakes to find the actual equipment to play upon. Students are not seen here, as the grass is too tall and conceals them. Fights broke out, and even some students went missing within this tall grass.

Today, they finally cut the grass.