Downward Facing Dog Day

6 A.M. ~ Sunday Morning and I am falling off my yoga mat in my living room.  Literally.  Thankful that it is just me, the puppies and my friend, Sonia.  It was Sonia’s brilliant idea to wake up and early and work out.  She also took mercy on me and ended our experiment shortly the warm-up.

I love yoga and have always dreamed of being able to attend classes on a regular basis where I could glide with pride to the back of the class.

The downward facing dog pose doesn’t look hard, but my muscles seem to reject it as soon as maneuver myself up.

Kermit the Froy
Kermit the Frog showing me how it is done.

The day went south as I raced off to work only to have the check engine light come on with a wicked engine rattle.  After work plans were canceled thanks to the rain or should I say  mini-monsoon, which closed rides at park for nearly two hours. Dropping my car off at the shop, I came home to find my new roommate sitting in a tub on the front porch with the door wide open talking to guy with pants down to his ankles. I felt like suddenly I was the parent of a teenager when the young man skidded off the porch.  It was a bit weird.  Especially, when you are used to either living alone or with a quiet sedate roommate who keeps to himself.

The day was just like the pose, a tumble of events with laughter intermixed.  Today, I am going to downward facing dog again and everyday until I get it the form right.  I am also going to work on keeping the philosophy that my days will always be right so long as I continue to mix them with laughter, gratitude and humility.


My absence from this blog hasn’t been intentional. Life of late has been running me more than me running with it.  My car broke down last week among other things. The tires on my bike keep deflating.  Despite the stresses, I have been writing daily and the coming year is going to be far more prosperous than the last one. The last two weekends I have been cleaning and resting; setting my physical world in order  as well as my mental one.

The lesson I have been dooming myself to repeat again and again is taking on too much.  This weekend, I didn’t go to work at all even though I was scheduled to do so.  I stayed home and last night had dinner with two old friends and their precious little girl.

We talked for hours after dinner everyone taking turns cuddling the little one. As the evening continued, I realized that these were people with whom I could and have been completely honest with.  They have been a consistent blessing in my life and their honesty a gift.

Reflecting on my best friends, I am so grateful for their honest presence in my life.  It is one of the things that keeps me going through the stresses of my life.  Little by little, day by day, I really am getting better at this thing called life.