I’m a Magpie
Hey there, it’s October! I just finished polishing off a plate of eggs and vegetables that Brian made for breakfast, and I’m still hungry. It’s my first week of doing Bikram yoga, and it seems as if all I do is eat, drink water, and go to another yoga class. Oh, and schoolwork. And work work. Busy.
Anyway, it’s the perfect time to start blogging again. Not only have I woefully neglected this here blog (seriously. February?), October is 31-for21, my friend Tricia’s post-every-day challenge for Down’s Syndrome awareness. See? They even have a button:
One of the odd things about yoga is how much memory and emotion seems to be stored inside the body. My ankles, for example, seem to have a lot of sadness in them — whenever I sit with my feet underneath me and my toes pointed back, I get this funny urge to cry. Not sadness really, just tears welling up and that back-of-the-throat feeling. Other poses will, out of no where, remind me of a nothing moment from years ago. It’s odd, especially since I’m not in the habit of doing Utkatasana in a my day to day life.
I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying Yoga, and “hot” yoga at that. Particularly since being hot and exercising in a room full of underdressed people are not things I generally enjoy. But I got a Google deal for two months of unlimited classes, and it turns out that getting a deal is really all the motivation I need to get out of bed in the morning and put on my modest yoga pants. And once I’m there, sweating in a room full of bikini-and-spandex clad yogis seems like the most natural thing in the world.
I'm a librarian. Special skills include dog charming, brochure writing, slapdash cooking and long-winded nattering. I also enjoy watching the sunset's reflection in the tall buildings downtown.
For a while there, I taught classes on Classical literature, philosophy, and the history of religion at New College of California. I have an MA and an MFA in Writing, and live on a boat in Sausalito, CA.