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Writer & Contemplative Practice Guide holding space for people cultivating a foundation of a stable mind, embodied compassion and wisdom. CYT 500

Gratitude Friday

Fog on the North Lone Pine Trail

Fog on the North Lone Pine Trail

1. Hiking with Eric and the dogs. I wrote a whole blog post about it later that same day. One thing I forgot to say then was at one point I asked Eric how far we’d gone, (he has an app on his phone that tracks your distance), and he said “3.14 miles.” I responded, “Pie!” It took him a second to get it, especially since at first he thought I’d said “Why?”

2. Teaching yoga. I subbed for my class at the gym again this morning, the class where normally I’m in the back corner of the room. It feels really good to teach, but I’m also very aware that I’ve had a very big year and I am in need of some downtime to really process all the changes, just like at the end of every yoga class there is savasana, a final relaxation pose in which you give your body a chance to assimilate all the movement, the previous poses, to rest and make a gentle transition into what comes next. I need that too.

3. Training with Ringo. We had our last session of “Smart Dog One” last night, and have a three week break before starting the next class. I really really really didn’t want to go last night, wanted to stay home on the couch, but I’m glad I did. Working with him in that setting, getting to ask lots of questions and try new stuff, helps me to feel like I can do this thing, have a full strength Cattle Dog and do right by him, while doing what’s right for me too. He’s entering that phase right now that all dogs do where he’s growing up, testing me, seeing what he can get away with, and that can be frustrating, but it’s also clear that he really loves to train, to work together.

4. How Eric makes me laugh. And how so often it isn’t because he’s trying necessarily. For example, there’s a recipe in my family for a casserole that we jokingly call “funeral casserole” because when there’s a potluck after a funeral, someone always brings it. Eric said to me the other night, “what’s this called again, Coffin Pie?” When I told him it was Funeral Casserole, we both were bent over laughing. To have moments like that together is best thing.

5. Parents who are still alive and still married to each other. My mom and dad’s 50th wedding anniversary is today. 50 years! Eric and I have a few more days before we reach 21, and I know how hard it can be. I’m really grateful that they are still around, still together. I hope they make each other laugh today.

Dad, being a Christmas Ham

Dad, being a Christmas Ham

Bonus Joy: pie and good conversation and laughter with Mary, Chelsey coming to my yoga class, a thumbs up from Mitch after this morning’s yoga class, orange flavored San Pellegrino, down blankets, breakfast burritos from La Luz, blue sky and golden leaves, mostly healthy dogs, doggy playcare, TV shows that make me laugh.

Three Truths and One Wish

crossthatbridge1. Sometimes I forget to leave room for myself. I am so busy attending to what others need and want, I forget about my own requirements and desires. I am so worried about what I should do, have to do, need to do, that I lose sight of my own hungers, my need for rest and nourishment. Being a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) in this regard is both my superpower and my kryptonite.

2. Chronic undercaring catches up with me. Eventually I burn out, wear down, crash, wreck myself, and am forced to slow down and take care of myself because I just can’t push anymore. Once I finally begin the work of healing, there is such a lack — I’ve gone beyond hunger to starving, beyond tired to complete exhaustion.

3. I can’t figure out how to do both, to give but also receive, to be generous with others but also with self. I work and serve and help, put all my effort towards easing suffering where I find it, and I do so full force until I just can’t go anymore. Then is when I finally submit to attending to myself beyond the bare minimum.

One Wish: That this suffering may ease, wherever it exists. May my innate wisdom and compassion guide me to a way of being both of service to the world and of benefit to myself.