I read in an etiquette book that when writing a late thank you note one shouldn’t bother mentioning the tardiness. It’s obvious. That said, I feel I need to acknowledge the vast gap in my blog posts. Some where along the way, my efforts to practice writing in this format became charged with fear and guilt, and I stopped writing. I’m fairly certain it was when I used this space to talk out the dynamics of a relationship gone bad. I felt entitled to share my experience here in my own words but after I was done, and the entry had spread and reached unexpected ears and eyes I felt betrayed. This is the thing, writing, like body work (yoga, weight lifting, running), changes you. Sometimes the change is one you’ve prepared for, like in writing an essay for school or copy for work and you feel relieved and accomplished when you turn in your work. Sometimes the change is short lived; there is always more copy to write, more emails to respond to, etc. Sometimes, however, the change causes deeply rooted beliefs to loosen, leaving the author unstable and exposed. Is this why as a society we’ve moved away from post offices and carelessly embraced the instant gratification of cell phones and text messaging? When was the last time you wrote a letter and mailed it? In the time from when you place your letter in the box and raise the flag until the addressee replies, the writer is left unknowing and vulnerable. Any number of things could go wrong, none as bad as the fear we burn into our own minds once we are out of control of our words.
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
― Joseph Campbell
I’m making a commitment today to walk into my cave. I wont promise to love it, to redecorate it, or to turn on any lights, just to be there regularly. I’ll write to you when I get there.
Wish me luck,
E
Support your local yoga dealer.I admit, I love the heat! I love when the air feels heavy and still. I love spicy food. I love, and often create, complicated situations that result in fire-y emotions. You can guess that hot yoga is also right up my alley. So as the summer begins to fade and the heat has kicked in, finally, I feel alive and ready for whatever the winds of autumn will surely bring. And just to be sure the change of season stays interesting, I’m going to step it up a little by adding a few classes to my teaching schedule.
Following is my teaching schedule for Fall 2011
Monday 7:15-8:30 p.m. McMinnville Grand Ballroom
Mixed ages hatha yoga. This class is a great way for families to practice yoga together, or for a practitioner who likes to laugh, loves to experiment with some of the more dynamic yoga poses and, of course, no evening practice would be satisfying without deep relaxation and meditation. The lessons will be creative and fun, including inversions and partner work. $5/person.
Tuesday 9:30-10:30 a.m. Excell Fitness, McMinnville
Open Hatha Yoga. Energetic, creative, thoughtful yoga. Drop in $10.
Wednesday 9:00-10:15 a.m. McMinnville Grand Ballroom
Joyful Flow. Beautiful setting, delightful community, liberating experience. $5/person
Wednesday 7:30-8:45 p.m. Chehalem Valley Dance Academy, Newberg
Mixed ages hatha yoga. This class is a great way for families to practice yoga together, or for a practitioner who likes to laugh, loves to experiment with dynamic yoga poses and, of course, no evening practice would be satisfying without deep relaxation and meditation. The lessons will be creative and fun, including inversions and partner work. $12/drop in.
Friday 9:30-11:00 a.m. McMinnville Senior Center
Combination yoga and meditation practice. Class begins with a gentle, progressive series of poses and includes balance, strength, and deeply freeing stretches. The last half hour of class is dedicated to group meditation. Come to the asana practice, or meditation, or both. $6/ drop-in.
Friday 5:30-6:30 p.m. Excell Fitness, McMinnville
The room is heated to 90 degees (about), and we use that heat to release a little tension and steam. Sometimes this practice is super sweaty, sometimes complex. It is always liberating and primes practitioners for the weekend. $10/drop in
Special practices to add to your calendar:
Thursday 5:15-6:15 p.m. McMinnville Grand Ballroom
Fusion with Anna Barsotti. Fusion is a full-body blend of yoga, Pilates and cardio: Blasts of heart-building cardiovascular movements interspersed with balance and strength building poses. No experience necessary, but willingness to laugh and to take responsibility for your own health a must : ) Different levels of intensity will be demonstrated, so it is a suitable workout for any body, from head to toe. This is an ongoing class that begins on September 15th. I can’t imagine a happier hour!
Twilight Solstice Practice at Youngberg Hill Vineyard and Inn, Saturday, September 24th, 6:30 p.m.
Yoga at Youngberg is as close to heaven as you can get- while still breathing! We’ll warm and cleanse the body with a twisting flow and once the sun goes down we’ll roll onto the Earth where we’ll touch the stars with our toes. You’ll enjoy sensitive adjustments that will enhance your experience, and maybe I’ll bring a friend to add some more goodness and love to the night. Bring a friend, bring a sweatshirt and prepare to be moved. $10/person for yoga + $5 if you’d like to taste the delicious varietals created by our gracious hosts Nicolette and Wayne Bailey.
Lots of yoga, lots of laughs, lots of ways to feel alive. Howard Thurman said, “Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” So, what are you waiting for?
Support your local yoga dealer.It’s crazy how many parallels can be drawn between my personal life off the mat and my more public life on. I suppose that’s a good thing, suggesting that I am narrowing my range of experiences to blissful and infrequent fluctuations, or that I am becoming more skilled in handling life’s curve balls while waiting for my pitch to swing. Given the last month’s variety of activities, I ‘d have to guess I’m starting to get the hang of being at the plate. In June I celebrated mine and my oldest daughter’s birthday, attended a new yoga training program for seven straight days, enjoyed my oldest two daughters’ promotions from middle and elementary school, my 16th wedding anniversary, Father’s Day, my dad’s birthday, one wedding, added two new classes to my teaching schedule, and my youngest daughter’s preschool patriotic performance including six beloved Americana tunes. And a haircut.
One of the highlights of this month that I didn’t list above was our family’s first experience with Wwoof-ers. Wwoof is an acronym for worldwide workers on organic farms. I’d heard about the program from an old friend, and as we’ve added a 3000 square foot garden to our growing brood of farm-like activities (chickens, fruit trees, cats, and kids), I figured that by almost everyone’s definition, we have a farm. Wwoofing is a great way for volunteers to travel around the world learning about how people, like me, grow food organically for all kinds of different reasons: Commercial sales and farmer’s markets, community supported garden (CSA). It’s super easy to read about on-line but the basic outline is an exchange of food and lodging for labor and knowledge. Last week we hosted three women, and they weren’t the only ones gaining knowledge. They were so helpful and strong but there’s nothing like seeing your life through someone else’s eyes to remind you of what you take for granted, what you long for, and what you’ve got to work on.
Tyler and Hanna came to our house from Portland with me on Saturday following my Yoga for Chronic Pain training at Oregon Health Sciences University. Both from Columbia, South Carolina, they were lifelong friends at 22 and 20 years old respectively. Almost as old as I am married! They are spry and eager, though weary from spending a week at a pharmaceutical* farm in southern Oregon. I wooed them with some home cooked loving, tucked them into the loft and as I went to bed imagined all the progress we would make on our property. Shannon arrived on Sunday and again I channeled my inner Ina Garten and served a most delicious meal with salad from our garden. I was planning meals, projects, and lessons in my sleep.
The Ladies worked together beautifully and productively. The garden expanded to include basil, corn, onions, and more. They moved around on the property with the sun. After three days, Hanna left to attend to a family crisis and while we all hated to see her go Shannon and Tyler carried on. Our farm has never looked better and they also helped my mom and our neighbor. Everyone was benefiting even more than I had planned. To fuel our bodies we were making green smoothies for breakfast and reading Skinny Bitch, Crazy Sexy Diet, and Green for Life after dinner. We made strawberry jam with no sugar, yogi cookies, and moon cakes. We were all learning and transforming our ideas of farming, friends, and food. When my oldest daughter said, “Our house just feels more alive with the wwoofers,” I nearly cried. She was so right.
On Monday the party came to an end when Tyler left to move to another farm across town. Awkwardly this farm belonged to an old friend who I am no longer close to. Our falling out happened in February but thanks to living in a small town and our own pot stirring, the trouble has carried on. On my birthday I received a scathing email from her threatening to share a conversation we’d had eons ago that reflected poorly on my marriage. Then she told me to go meditate. I was not thrilled to send Tyler to her, but I felt that Tyler had her own karma and dharma to manifest, and I trusted that if Tyler needed anything she would call. Two hours after her departure, she called. She wanted to come back.
My heart was racing as I listened to her message. I frantically called her back, no answer. I called my mom who soothed my nerves when she assured me that she had already collected Tyler from where Susan had dropped her off. It’s a strange sensation and realization to watch my emotional course in crisis. I went from fear to fury, to revenge in the short drive across town. By the time I had parked my car I was ready to destroy Susan’s reputation, relationships, livelihood. How could she take our problems out on an innocent volunteer? Without knowing anything about what actually had transpired between the two of them, I was more fierce than any time before when she has maliciously dished cruelty my way. Why hadn’t I been so protective of my own feelings? Why hadn’t I defended my own life with such a vengeance? When was this madness going to stop?
This is where I begin to see that I have been emotionally unavailable for a very long time. Maybe because of my upbringing, maybe because of my own adult conditioning and insecurity, maybe because I just am always attracted to people who are dangerous. I thought about a yoga class I’d taken a while back where the teacher suggested that the toughest battles we face in life are not with strangers. She went on to say that no one can push your buttons like close friends and family, and just like in the Bhagavad Gita those are the battles we are here for. It’s not optional. In order to live we must stand up for ourselves and not hide behind the needs of our kids, our causes, or our wwoofers.
When Tyler came home it was clear to me that things had changed between she and I. I couldn’t determine if it was her, or me. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t offer to share what actually happened at Susan’s. I have spent a good amount of time guessing and playing out in my own mind. And while I know that that mind story is just that, I am still interested in what my mind tells me might be happening and how that feeds my fear. I feel in my heart that I offered all that I had to our guests, and they offered all that they had. As a result I was brought to a new place where I can see a bit more clearly not just my battles but also my victories.
It is a survival skill to turn away from and turn off what we perceive as a threat and negative. The danger must become paramount before we will fight. As a yogi I thought I could meditate those feelings away. Ironically, the more I meditate, the stronger and clearer those feeling become. Who am I here for, and what am I here to do? I am here to evolve, to share and to love. Ice melting to water loses the structure and firmness of it’s previous incarnation, but it becomes more flexible and adaptable. More easily lost, too, and that’s the risk I have been most afraid of. I don’t want to be lost. But being lost and losing are two different things. Wayne Gretzky said that “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”, and that was me, not even taking the shot in fear of missing my mark. Worse yet, I unconsciously made myself the target for others to shoot at, and then was pissed when someone hurt me.
So I choose to fight this time. I choose to stand up to Susan and whoever else pushes my buttons, not because it’s easy or because I’ll win but because I want to live fully. I want to be the one hugging with my whole body and receiving the hug in return. I want to be the one shooting the arrows, even if I miss my target, even if I get hurt. I want to choose my battles not based on their win-ability but because they matter to me, just me. When we turn away from evil it doesn’t go away. When we face threat in our own lives and accept our challenge to go to the mat for what we believe in, then not only have we destroyed the threat but also become a stronger warrior. What the world needs is people who have come alive, not just in rainbows and unicorns- the pretty stuff, but also their dark sides. The madness, the pain, and the difficulties we all face are here to teach us not only that we are survivors, but that we are warriors of our own destinies. Denying the ugly truth doesn’t make it less true and it doesn’t make anyone more virtuous.
When it was time to say goodbye to Tyler and Shannon, I wanted so much to hug them in a way that they would know that they had helped me more than words could say. I want them to know that their light and love changed me and while I wish they hadn’t had to be involved in my personal soap opera with Susan, without them the drama may have continued much longer. More than that, though, accepting help here on my farm, sharing my family, my friends, my life was so healing. I can’t say that I will have wwoofers all summer long, but the experience was hugely positive. Theirs will be a hard act to follow.
Back to parallels though. I see so many between my work and the rest of the world. When the Navy Seals killed Osama bin Laden and many Americans cheered for his death I wondered if I’d been transported to another planet- or if I could catch the next spaceship. I read this blog by Susan Piver- another Susan (susanpiver.com) who reminded me that there is no such thing as us and them. We are one, and while sometimes it’s difficult to accept your responsibility for the evil in the world, you don’t have to carry that burden alone. So in slaying my own beast, in fighting my own battle I had to enlist some new troops (Shannon, Hanna, and Tyler), I learned some new skills (OHSU, Yoga of Awareness), and found some joy in everyday moments. I am armed with my shield (my body), my sword (my actions) and my helmet (my mind) because I know that as a warrior I must accept that in order for there to be light, there has to be dark. In order for there to be ease there has to be effort, and in order for me to win I have to take the shot.
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Desiree Rumbaugh teaches from the experience of more than two decades of practice. She was one of the first to be certified by John Friend to teach Anusara® Yoga, and now travels the world offering workshops which are innovative, transformative, challenging and compassionate. She has a well-earned reputation for deepening the newest and most seasoned practices through humor balanced with a quest for authenticity.
Desiree is known for her upbeat, creative teaching style, deeply compassionate heart, and off-the-hook asana practice. In addition to being the star of her own yoga instructional DVD’s, Desiree has contributed to the Yoga Journal’s Master Class section, and the Yoga Mentor feature in their online magazine. She has also graced their cover with her remarkable demonstration of the power of grace.
As if this weren’t enough, after a full weekend of expansive and joyful practice Friday the 22nd and Saturday the 26th, Desiree and I – and all of you – are going to hop over to the wine country on Sunday for a grand celebration in the beautiful Grand Ballroom of historic downtown McMinnville. It’s only an hour’s drive from Portland proper, and with class at 1pm, we can have a leisurely breakfast and enjoy the drive drive through the exquisite rolling hills of this celebrated vinyard region. Afterward, you are invited to stick around for a bit of bread and cheese and a sampling of local wines. For the wine tasting, there will be a $5 fee to the winery, payable at the door.
I copied this poster to my site from my new friend, Alison Alstrom. Unfortunately the “Click here to register” is not applicable in this format so the the link is here:
http://www.the-secret-lives-of-yoga-poses.com/desiree-rumbaugh-in-portland.html
Support your local yoga dealer.I recently saw a magnet at 3rd St. Books that describes me almost perfectly: Book Junkie. I love it! I’d happily wear a tee shirt with that message printed right across the front and book sellers would greet me with open arms because there is not a book store that I can walk past, and I rarely leave empty handed. I like reading all kinds of genres,too, not just yoga books. That said, this blog is about being a yoga teacher and I wanted to share with you some of the great titles I have been enjoying.
Yoga Anatomy by Leslie Kaminoff. Amazon Books #1 selling yoga book for a good reason. Concisely defines bandhas, pranayama, asana structure, and common pitfalls. Unfortunately the author, or editor, overlooked the helpfulness of a muscle and skeleton diagram. Still, it’s a gem!
Anatomy for Yoga by Jenkins and Brandon. Just picked this up at 3rd Books because even though I have four other books with “yoga anatomy” in the title, this one filled a gap. Muscle and skeleton diagrams, practice sequences for therapeutic purposes, and thoughtful explanations of spinal conditions involving scoliosis.
Myths of the Asana by Alanna Kaivalya and Arjuna van der Kaaij. Also picked this on up at 3rd St. Books. Connects asana (postures) to Hindu philosophy and culture. I love this book so much. Ganesh, Hanuman, Shiva and of course the Warriors are all here. This is a great gift for the yoga addict who has some knowledge of poses and there basic structure.
There are so many more must haves: Light on Yoga from Iyengar, Hatha Yoga Illustrated (has great sequence suggestions in the back) by Martin Kirk, Yoga for Arthritis by Fishman and Saltonstall, and The Complete Book of Vinyasa Yoga by Srivatasa Ramaswami. These are wonderful gifts for a budding yogi, and Yoga for Arthritis has something for everyone, not just those with joint considerations.
Most yoga teacher training reading lists include The Bhagavad Gita, The Upanishads, and The Yoga Sutras by Patanjali for good reason. These are critical to understanding the origin and philosophy of yoga. After reading each of the books I felt I understood a lot more about the tradition and discipline of yoga, however- and this is probably non-yogic of me to say, I felt relieved to put them away. I pull them back out when I feel I have become distracted or I need centering. The Upanishads read like Psalms, and The Gita like Siddartha. A friend of mine gave me a copy of An Ordinary Life Transformed that breaks down the Gita into small, chewable bites.
On the spiritual side of things, I love Kent Nerburn and Paulo Coelho. Coelho’s The Alchemist is a bit like the Gita- easier to read, though. Both writers capture the brilliance of the present moment and weave legend and hope into every piece I’ve read. I am currently reading Thich Nhat Hanh’s Peace is Every Step- absolute perfection. The Art of Racing in the Rain has much of the same life is this moment sentiment, but the story is a gift for every dog lover, or race car driver, or both.
Namaste and stay reading!
Support your local yoga dealer.Fall and Winter Schedule
Monday: Chair Yoga, 10:30-11:30, McMinnville Senior Center, 2250 NW McDaniel Lane, McMinnville; Gentle Yoga, 1:00-2:00, McMinnville Senior Center; Hatha Yoga, 8:15-9:30, Chehalem Valley Dance Academy, Newberg.
Tuesday: Hatha Yoga, 9:30-10:30, Excell Fitness, McMinnville; Hatha Yoga, 7:00-8:15, Chehalem Valley Dance Academy, McMinnville Grand Ballroom.
Wednesday: Hatha Yoga, 7:45-9:00, Chehalem Valley Dance Academy, Newberg.
Friday: Joyful Yoga, 1:30-2:30, McMinnville Senior Center.
Support your local yoga dealer.MAMASTAY YOGA COMPANY
& YOGA CALM®
SPRING AND SUMMER 2010 WORKSHOPS
- Yoga Calm® It’s Elementary
Tuesdays throughout the summer
9:30-11:00 a.m.
Any ten Tuesdays (plus a pre-summer warm up) for $150
Rising 2nd graders and older will unite for games and yoga activities that strengthen, calm and center. Location to be announced.
- Mamastay Yoga & Yoga Calm for Children® at McMinnville Senior Center
Saturday, June 19th, 2010, 9:30-11:30
Co-led by Erin Bowman and Amy Halloran-Steiner
McMinnville Senior Center, 2250 NE McDaniel Lane, McMinnville
$40 for one adult and one child age eight and older; $10 each additional practitioner in the same family
This workshop is designed so that adults and children will enjoy a practice that is their own, and then join together at the end for some shared vinyasa. Take some time for yourself to practice yoga on this first-of-summer Saturday. Invite your child to experience the joy you feel when you practice yoga. Celebrate the ability of your body and spirit!
- Yoga Calm® Sunset Mother Daughter Workshop
June 25,th 5:00-9:00pm
Located just outside of town at Wingspan Farm.
$90/duo.
Moms and Daughters ages 8-13 will join in yoga and playful activities to strengthen their alliance and make memories together.
Dinner and campfire included!
- Mamastay Yoga on the Lawn at Youngberg Hill Vineyards and Inn
Saturday, July 24th 11:30-1:00.
10660 SW Youngberg Hill Road, McMinnville
$15/person, includes a tasting flight of Youngberg Hill’s current releases
Stay Present: Beauty, Breath, & Balance. Immerse yourself in the moment, let the panoramic view of the valley and coastal range cultivate gratitude, and reveal an innate connectedness to our world. From Tree to Warrior to Pyramid, follow the breath into balance, toward strength, then surrender. This practice gives practitioners opportunity to be the pose and enjoy a sense of bodilessness. Suitable for beginners as well as those continuing their yoga journey. Please bring a mat.
- Mamastay Yoga on the Lawn at Youngberg Hill, with special guest Val Blaha, vocals and guitar
Sunday, August 15th, 11:30-1:00.
10660 SW Youngberg Hill Road, McMinnville
$25/person, includes a tasting flight of Youngberg Hill’s current releases
Stay Free. Fly away from the top of the hill. Liberate your body and mind with live music, a breathtaking view, and a graceful yoga practice. Take flight with Eagle, reach the sky with Crescent, fold deeply into Pigeon.
Suitable for beginners as well as those continuing their yoga journey. Please bring a mat.
- Soar, A Yoga Calm® Counseling Group
Girls ages 14-18 will learn yoga, practice relaxation skills to use in their daily lives and be invited to share on-going the challenges in their own lives, learning to offer listening ears and empathic responses to others in the process. The group will focus on strengths, solutions and support. Cost is billable to some insurance companies.
Talk with Amy about pricing specifics.
- Mamastay Yoga and Yoga Calm for Children® McMinnville Senior Center
September 11th, 9:30-11:30.
Co-led by Erin Bowman and Amy Halloran-Steiner
McMinnville Senior Center, 2250 NE McDaniel Lane, McMinnville
$30 for one adult and one child, age eight or older; $10 each additional practitioner in the same family
Revisit, renew or begin your yoga practice as a family. Adults and children will enjoy a practice that is their own, and then join together at the end for some shared vinyasa.
Erin Bowman, Certified and Registered Yoga Teacher
erin@mamastayyoga.com
503.857.6562
Amy Halloran-Steiner, LCSW, Certified Yoga Calm® Instructor
wildtherapy@yahoo.com
503.857.7376
Individual yoga instruction in an array of locations. Valet yoga , private lessons, and group classes available.
For all classes mentioned in this email, pre-registration is strongly preferred.
Classes with Erin or Erin and Amy together, please email Erin.
Payment options: Cash or checks mail to 601 NW 8th St., McMinnville, OR 97128- or bring payment to one of your ongoing classes in advance of the event to save your spot,
or www.paypal.com, recipient “Mamastay Yoga Company.”
For classes with Amy, please email reservation requests. Directions to Wingspan Farm and payment options will follow.
Check out our schedule of ongoing weekly classes at Mamastayyoga.com.
Find current updates on Facebook, Mamastay Yoga Company, or look on the blog: epinot.com/blog
For more information on Yoga Calm®, visit www.yogacalm.org.
Support your local yoga dealer.I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
John Muir
Check out the neck rest. This has to be one of the best ways to reuse a yoga mat!
Happy Earth Week.
During Spring Break, I was lucky enough to spend a couple of days at the beach with my girls. We decided to head out after my last evening class and arrived in Lincoln City in the dark. The next morning, the sound of waves crashing, sea gulls crying, and blue sky greeted us. Pure magic. We speedily headed to the beach to see if the Float Fairy left us any treasure, and even though we didn’t find any we enjoyed a long walk up the shore in no wind. It was heavenly.
We made a plan: Lunch at Kyllos, shopping at The Red Cock, and back to the beach house. The Red Cock is legend in Lincoln City, but for those of you who don’t know about it I feel it must be explained. First off, the name. Hello, it was embarrassing when I was a kid and shopped there, it still makes me smirk when I say it. The logo is a rooster. Sometimes rather than say the name, I say the Blue Crow or the Purple Raven or the Red Hawk. Interestingly, in college in Corvallis I worked at a store named The Golden Crane. Both shops smell like nag champa and are full to the brim with clothes, gifts, jewelry, and folk art. The Red Cock, is so full there are baskets and stacks of clothes in every corner. You don’t need the Float Fairy to find treasure here. Whether it’s a dress for a special event that you want to be sure no one else has, or candlesticks, a buddha statue, beads, a cute hat- The Red Cock has way more than what you hope for, but be prepared to spend an hour or so there to find it. I have loved this store for more than twenty years, and now I am thrilled that my girls love it, too.
As a small business owner (and former boutique owner), an avid shopper of all sorts- groceries, clothes, books, and yogi I find that both The Red Cock and The Golden Crane are the epitome of retail yoga: cool stuff, history (a combined 40+ years of business), and experience- like yoga, shopping at either store takes you to a different place. The color bird thing, I may never understand, but who cares. There are plenty of yoga pose names I don’t get either- Cow Face Pose? It just goes to show you that you can find yoga everywhere, if you’re willing to dig.
Stay colorful,
Erin
thegoldencrane.com/
Oregon Clouds.
I recently read an article written by Kent Nerburn, titled Clouds. It told a story about a conversation he had while working as a taxi driver. The passenger was an elderly woman who was blind, and had been so her whole life. He asked her what she’d like to see most. She said clouds. He goes on poetically for a while, very enjoyable reading, highly recommended.
In the past few weeks I have reconsidered this essay both due to the weather, as well as the idea of describing clouds to someone who has never seen one. In some ways, it’s made the recent weather more bearable. Mr. Nerburn’s response to the idea of never having seen a cloud was that they were God’s daydreams. Whatever you think of as God, isn’t it nice to imagine that somethings are still indefinable? Try it: Close your eyes, begin to see pictures in your mind of clouds in the sky. In your own words try to describe what your clouds look like using words that involve things you can actually touch. Cotton balls, sea foam, cotton candy…
Like most things in life, Spring passes so quickly and we all say, where did March go, or where did June go, or how is it possible that your kids are in college now and you’re thinking about their weddings. It’s not like we watch life like we watch clouds- or is it? Does it take a steady dose of sideways rain to make you realize you haven’t looked up in a while? Put yourself, for just a moment, in the driver’s seat of the cab. Tell your version of clouds. Let yourself become reunited with the child- your God, perhaps, that sees clouds as drawings in the sky. Find awe.
Namaste.
p.s. Follow this link to make your own clouds and see them move across the sky. http://www.inventionatplay.org/playhouse_cloud.html
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