I’ve been unmotivated to post anew because…this.
But I guess when your car’s odometer passes 100K, you just keep on driving.
I had a post syndicated on BlogHer earlier this month and I invite you to check it out. Get your sexy on with these 5 yoga poses (some of them a skosh more difficult than the one shown below).
For a fascinating look at openness in parenting via donor gametes, check out this New York Times Motherlode piece by Dawn Bovasso, an egg donor 15 years ago and a mom via sperm donation today.
By being so willing to talk about Leo’s origins, my choice [to check the Open box] wasn’t just about genetics and the far future. It became about a community of people making the same choice and open to the same kind of sprawling family – right now. This community of half siblings and their moms isn’t anything I’d read about in any of the books or blogs, and it has been, quite honestly, the most moving and profound part of using a donor. With these choices, I have given myself something quite extraordinary, too.
This post is a part of #Microblog Mondays. What’s that? A post that is not too long. Head over to Stirrup Queens to join the fun.
My yoga mat has become a sacred space, imbued with my own energy — de-frenzified for a few moments. When I roll it out and begin my practice, my body responds by breathing more deeply. My mind responds by yoking itself to my breath and my body. My spirit responds by settling in, by more fully occupying the cells of my physical body.
One morning this month, my spirit soared over the mat next to me. My son joined me at yoga class. Not just because he’s an athlete and knows that doing yoga will help him gain strength, flexibility, balance and focus. But just to be with his mama. My son got up early on a day off to hang out with me doing what I like to do.
Yoga wasn’t easy for him. He struggled but didn’t quit. For the final pose, savasana (corpse pose in which all you do is relax, the yin to the rest of the practice’s yang) our hands reached out to each other, loving through our bodies and souls.
In that moment of union, all was perfection.
A happy moment will seed ten thousand more. — Notes from the Universe.
Which explains why it’s in my interest (and yours) to notice perfect moments.
Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between. On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world (NOTE: For an indefinite period, starting in March Perfect Moment Monday is moving to the Perfect Moment Project. Please tune in there with my friends Robin and Sue starting March 24). Everyone is welcome to join. To participate in Perfect Moment Monday:
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Earlier this week we celebrated a time of balance, the moment in which the earth is midway on her path between solstices. Even the word equinox, equal night, denotes balance.
The precise time of the spring equinox was 11:14 pm where I live, so I didn’t mark it with much fanfare. However, 10 hours later, a friend from yoga class accompanied me to a local labyrinth on a hill.
I walked a labyrinth years ago on the autumnal equinox. I am lured to labyrinths as a walking meditation. With a winding path, you don’t really know how long the journey is or how you’ll get to where you’re going. You know only that if you keep putting one foot in front of the other, you will experience it all. The labyrinth itself leads you through and you don’t have to make any decisions other than to move forward (unlike with a maze).
As I walk I find myself wanting to look ahead to the next turn. Each time I gently bring my mind back to the one step I’m on. I find balance everywhere. I’m certain, though I haven’t counted, that the number of left turns is equal to the number of right turns. Some the time I’m walking the inside of the labyrinth and some the time I’m walking the outside of it. I am alternatively inhaling and exhaling. The earth and I are in this exquisite and fleeting moment of balance.
And I am aware of it.
The morning is chilly, about 40 degrees (4° C). Still, I remove one of my jackets and take a perch at the center of the labyrinth on a tree stump. I decide to offer up tree pose with half lotus. Nothing too difficult, but fitting in with the morning’s theme of balance and calm. My friend snaps a photo.
I was surprised later when I saw this photo by the joy on my face. I thought at the instant my friend clicked the shutter that I was fighting amid the shivers to stay balanced on the stump. But clearly I was in heaven. Rooted yet rising.
Did you do anything special to usher in spring? (Or, for my southern hemisphere friends, autumn?)