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On the Horns of a Dilemma

Backstory:  I haven’t gone to a Yoga class in a very long time.  It may have been cold, but in a spring sort of way.  I’ve done Yoga at home since then, but nothing like I used to do back in 2010/2011.  I’m just not in a Yoga-rich community.

The Dilemma:  I ran into one of my favorite local Yoga teachers at the grocery store.  She used to teach at the one big studio that went out of business and then at the smaller one.  Then she had a baby and now she’s teaching again, but at a different studio.  The one that took over the other big studio’s space in an eerily duplicitous way.

I have taken a class or two at the new big studio in the past, but I really don’t care for the studio owner.  She’s…odd.  She’s also a huge MLM kinda gal which means you get more than you intend when you unwittingly sign up for her email list.  She maintains said list herself making it almost impossible to get removed from the list.  I had to set-up a Gmail filter so that all of her emails went straight to the trash after trying multiple times, unsuccessfully, to get her to remove me from the list.

In short, I had given up ever going to Yoga again.  Because I’m not going back there.

But said teacher is teaching there now, because the studio is literally the only gig in town and while there was that one small one a town over, the location was crappy and almost no one showed up.

So, here’s the deal.  I have childcare for tomorrow night (Hi Mom!) and I could go to a class where I like the teacher.  My upper back has been a little sore so Yoga would be nice.  If I just focus on this, it’s pretty exciting.  Also known as the positives.

The negatives?  The studio owner charges $2 less for a class than they do at the fancy places in Madison and more than a great number of other Madison studios.  Yes, some portion of this will go to the teacher, but the other goes to the wackadoodle studio owner.  Who I do not like and would not want to support financially.  Ever.

Did I mention that you have to fill out paperwork when you go to a class that involves giving your personal information and could get me on some random mailing list that I won’t be able to remove myself from?  The more I think about this the less enthused I feel about going tomorrow.

So, go and ignore one’s principled objections to the wackadoodle?  Or skip it because darn it, I have principles and I’m already paying for the YMCA membership?

Herein lies the horns of my dilemma.


Tuesday’s Quick Hits – Choices

From First Draft

Time and treasure are always available. US resources — public and private — are always available. The “no we can’t” spirit so prevalent in government and private industry these days only seems to apply when we feel like it. (emphasis mine)

From The Yoga of Parenting

The question I get asked most often is “how can I find the time to practice pausing so that I can do it in stressful times?” There are as many ways to practice as there are personalities and situations. The key is to find the practice that suits you in your life right now.

Why practice?  It will help

…create the pause necessary for the mind to rewire in the direction of  greater equanimity so that when we encounter stress, and we will, we can remind ourselves of this possible pause and we become stronger in our ability to move from a fight or flight response to greater ease.


What Yoga has taught me

The connection between breath and movement. The way through the challenging pose is to find ease within it, which for me means slowing down my breathing and connecting with my breath. Turns out that also works while running to catch up with the biking child.


The Universe according to Moby

I love the teachings of Christ, but the universe is 15 billion years old and complicated beyond anything I can understand….I do not for a minute think that I’m right about anything. Maybe we die and go to heaven, and a guy with a long white beard sits in judgement of us, but I doubt it.

I have a feeling that the universe is more forgiving and loving than we have traditionally, culturally, given it credit for. If God ended up being petty and angry, it’d be so sad. If you are God and you understand how everything in the universe works, why would you judge these poor, stumbling, shortsighted humans who are just blindly trying to figure out how to stay alive from one day to the next?

From Yoga Journal, September 2011


Expanding Our Musical Horizons – aka The Playlist for Today

While I was reading the September issue of Yoga Journal, I came across an article about Garth Stevenson’s new release, “Flying.” I had visited iTunes to listen to a few of the tracks when the kids appeared to listen along. My oldest let me know that several of the songs were his “favorite” and could we please see if we could buy them somewhere?

This sent us down several rabbit trails of exploration as we established a new playlist for our day. We’ve listened to this several times so far both as the kids play and as they have headed to bed. We’re listening to:
Krishna Das – “Devi Puja
Falu & Gaurav Shah – “Shanti
Kira Willey – “Namaste Song
Richard Marlow & the Choir of Trinity College, Cambridge – “Ave Maria, D.839
Garth Stevenson – “Dark Red
Yoga Music for Kids – “Bedtime Routine 1

It’s a nice change for a week that’s been far too stressful.  The three-year-old’s answer to everything is to cry and whine.  The six-year-old needs to pick on the three-year old which only leads to more crying and whining.  And the baby?  She’s taken to biting, hitting, and pulling the hair of the three-year-old plus lying on the floor when she doesn’t get her way.  Leading to…yes, you guessed it, more crying and whining.  It’s like one big long tantrum from the moment they awaken until the moment they go to bed.  I’m thinking a new soundtrack for our day fits the bill quite nicely.

Next up?  A lesson in Namaste ala the “Namaste Song” by Kira Willey:

The light in me sees the light in you
The light in me sees the light in you
I honor you as you honor me
Namaste, Namaste, Namaste

The light in me sees the light in you
The light in me sees the light in you
I honor you as you honor me
Namaste, Namaste, Namaste

All while I repeat my mantra softly to myself, “Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.” I could use a little bit of the peace that passes understanding right now.


Yoga Score

Out here in the outskirts of Madison…because as you know, Rock County is just part of Madison because all of the push back from Walker’s craziness is a “Madison thing”…getting to a yoga class can be a bit challenging.

If I actually lived in Madison, I would have no shortage of choices when it comes to Yoga classes. There’s even one studio that would take care of the whole childcare issue for me. But, at the very least, it would be more likely that I could find a class to fit my husband’s wonky schedule.

Ever since my favorite Yoga studio closed I have just about begged and pleaded with the local teachers to please do a Saturday morning class. One teacher tried, but it was short lived. The rest were less than easy to get a hold of.

Then, the other day while perusing websites of the few local studios, I discovered that there is in fact a Saturday morning class that just started this month. It almost makes up for the babysitter bailing on me for the only other class I was able to make with regularity.

I can assure you that my family is likely more thrilled about this than I am. I think they like me better when I get to class.

This will also be helpful during my last push to get lesson plans for First Grade (and Preschool for my “me too” child) squared away.