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Because I just got taller

I had a biennial physical this week. Everything was great and one vital statistic was better than great: I am a half-inch taller than I used to be.

I attribute it to yoga. A steady yoga practice can put space into one’s spine to counter the compression that comes over time. I began practicing yoga more than 5 years ago and now I’m aiming for 6’2″ before I die, so that’s a lot of yoga (and a lot of years! I’m clever like that).

In honor of this half-inch, I share with you today a guest post by mom and yogini Kim Shand, a yoga teacher who writes about finding the calm within the storm that is parenting. Her grown-up secret? Balasana — the pose of the child.


Rethink yogaI’ve been a mother for 23 years. My husband and I have raised two children to the point to adulthood, if not complete independence. We navigated pee-wee soccer, teen acne, and way too many prom nights. We survived the transition when they left for college. We endured the roller coaster ride toward degrees. We are now waist deep in the ”kids are back home” adventure.

When your children are babies you feel the excitement and the trepidation of not knowing what’s ahead of you. Having conquered the unknown, I had a perception of myself as an experienced parent. Now, with two 20-somethings in the house full-time, I am once again facing down the ravine of unknown territory. As I enter this new phase of post-parenting parenting, I find myself once again leaning heavily on the lessons of my yoga practice to find the calm within the storm.

Child’s pose is always an option. It used to be that time outs were a useful tool for the children, giving them time to calm down and choose a better course of action. Now they are an appropriate tool for me. ON the mat child’s pose is an opportunity to pull back from the intensity of the practice and check in. OFF the mat, a mental child’s pose steps you back and take a few deep breaths.

My husband and I had taken a long weekend away to reconnect and recharge, leaving our house in the hands of our children who needed to remain on their work schedules. Although I love to travel, I always have a sense of joy in returning home to my own kitchen, my own bed and everything familiar. Walking through the door of our home on a Tuesday afternoon, I fully expected the comfort of the familiar. I was greeted with something I’d never seen before.

yoga child's poseThe kitchen sink was piled with dirty dishes. The smell of rotting food pervaded. The family room had piles of laundry.  For some reason I couldn’t possibly fathom, a soaking wet towel was lying on the wood floor of the kitchen.

It was time for child’s pose.

Maintain a beginner’s (child’s) mind. No matter how long you’ve been practicing, your body is different every time you step onto the mat, and what you need is different. Approaching each yoga pose as though it is your first allows you to stay open to new possibilities without predetermined ideas of what works and what your limits are.

My child’s pose allowed me to call my son at his office and and resist the temptation to launch an assault. I asked what had happened in the house. He explained that there had been a power outage leaving them without electricity for 3 days. They couldn’t run the dishwasher. The ice in the freezer had started to melt, so each morning they put a towel in front of it before leaving for work. They were showering at friends’ houses at night and then changing into work clothes in the family room because it had the most windows and natural light at dawn.

Release your attachment to the outcome: Each time you try a yoga pose you get stronger. Mentally and physically you create change by putting out effort without your ego demanding a specific outcome. It makes no difference if you stick the pose perfectly or struggle and fall. The benefits are always there.

Could my grown children have emptied the ice from the freezer to avoid the flood? Maybe used a bigger towel (or several)? Would I have washed the dishes by hand in the same situation? Was it feasible to neatly fold the clothes they walked out of before putting clean clothes on? It’s all possible.

On the other hand, their effort created a benefit. My vision of an outcome was not their vision. My kids have very distinct personalities all their own, and (hard to believe) not everything about them is a reflection, or indictment, of me. The dishes got washed. The clothes found the laundry room. The wooden floor dried out. Two young adults didn’t end up feeling like they came up short.

Relax with what is: This is simultaneously the most difficult and the most useful single lesson a yoga practice can offer.

Kim Shand is the founder of Rethink Yoga. She travels nationally on a mission to inspire people to take control of their health, how they think, and how they age, through yoga. Kim brings a lighthearted, honest approach that stays relevant to students’ experiences. She motivates her students to find their power, their joy and to be “All In. All the Time.” Follow Kim on Facebook, on Twitter, and on YouTube.

Perfect Moment Monday: Vitamin D’asana

Views from my yoga mat this week:


The floors of the gym I go to were being resurfaced so the yoga class was kicked outside. Fortunately, the weather cooperated and during a mid-morning of perfect temperatures, we saluted the sun and the earth as we honored ourselves.

It was in the low 60s — normally too cold for me, but not when I’m doing chaturangas and sun warriors. It was too early in the season for mosquitos, and there was just a slight breeze — perfect conditions. And so much color! The emerald green of the astroturf (OK, grass might have been better), the cornflower blue sky, and the citrus-y orange and yellow of my mat. Plus the patchwork of color from the mats of my fellow yoginis.

The sunlight warmed our muscles in a way that indoor yoga doesn’t (unless you’re in a hot yoga studio). And being outside felt incredibly grounding. In fact, I finally did my first free-standing headstand. Yay, me! Salamba sirasana, you are mine.


Now here’s the backstory.

There might as well have been a neon sign flashing as I walked up and saw the class setting up outside. PERFECT MOMENT ALERT: YOU ARE ABOUT TO HAVE ONE. And a tour-director voice in my head saying, “In the event of a perfect moment, please make sure to have your camera ready for emerging photo ops.”

So while it was nice of the Universe to hand a perfect moment to me on a silver plate, the way I received it was not so perfect. I spent the hour not reining in my thoughts to the confines of my mat, not opening my heart, not focusing on the here and now —  but thinking about documenting the moment.

And in doing so, I missed it. The narrative above is accurate, but it is devoid of the awareness that is the essence of a perfect moment. With awareness, one could have a perfect moment shackled in a dungeon sitting in one’s own excrement; without it, blessings galore cannot compensate.

During the yoga class my thoughts were all over the place, my heart was unengaged, my focus was in some time in the future when I would write and publish this post. In fact, I took those photos while the others were enjoying savasana, the meditative pose that closes the practice, the capstone of relaxation and letting go and sealing in the benefits of the practice.

This episode is part of a bigger issue for me. Remember how Perfect Moment Monday is “about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one”? I feel as if lately I’ve been seeking them, even forcing them, sometimes just to check something off my ToDo list — the writing of my weekly PMM post.

Posting a perfect moment every week (because I’m the host and feel I cannot bow out once in awhile) has become a chore, an antithesis of itself.

In addition, I have a summer to spend with my children. I intend, for awhile, to let the perfect moments flow without trying to catch them. For these reasons, I am putting Perfect Moment Mondays on hiatus. Expect to see it back sometime in the Fall.

Don’t be surprised, through, if you see me talking here about perfect moments. I reserve the right to do that when they arise (and I notice them) organically. But I’m feeling like summer is the time for me to turn off the alarm clock of a weekly post.

May we all, in the meantime, practice awareness and being present. I encourage you to continue to post your perfect moments when you observe one. And I do hope that you’ll join me again in linking when I’ve refreshed myself and am able to reclaim the original intent of Perfect Moment Mondays.

Let the summer begin!


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