Ack!!

Lost my "patience"

or should I say "patiens."

A wild patience has taken me this far...

Spotted on the wall of The Visual Art Center in Richmond, Virginia.

In front of my new office building...

Good morning, Richmond!

Stains on my Ts

Every good girl knows that home is where the shoes are!

Every good girl knows that home is where the shoes are!

Sidewalk Yoga (Used from Yoga Journal)

You know that I'm a yoga teacher. I've taught for nearly seven years, and teaching has provided many things to me: confidence, income, authority. Even more importantly I've received tools I've needed to help me slow down to enjoy life more, and judge myself less.

When I started blogging, I thought I would write frequently about yoga. But I don't actually think I've written about it even once. Today, I'm not going to personally write about it either because I've found someone who shares my exact sentiment. So I am going to share with you, this shortie I am copying from the magazine Yoga Journal. I haven't asked them permission, and I hope they don't sue me or get grumpy with me. Because for the record, I do not make any money off of this site, and furthermore, I hope that this snippet will encourage you to go out and get a copy (or a subscription) yourself of Yoga Journal! (Now the drawing above is actually mine, though!)

Just like you, I often have hard time finding time to fit all of the things into my day that I want, especially yoga. That's why I love this article: finding ways to fit some peace in our real life, even while walking down the street.

Sidewalk Yoga - A New Yorker finds peace on the street. by Sara Little

A remarkable quality that many New Yorkers share is the ability to move at top speed. Shortly after moving to Manhattan, I found myself brumbling at slow walkers and quickly zigzagging around them on sidewalks like a seasoned city dweller. Then one day I noticed a billboard that read: "Where are you going?" I was floored by the simplicity of the question. I was going to yoga class - at a blurring pace, as usual, but I wasn't even late. In an instant I recognized a conflict with my practice: I was violently throwing one foot in front of the other with a scowling mind, oblivious to the world, annoyed with people who had every right to walk comfortably as I went to my class, where I expected to find peace and relaxation on my mat.

I committed to practicing sidewalk yoga, which for me was a way of mindfully practicing ahimsa (nonharming) with myself an others. Walking became a meditation that immediately led to other revelations. Because I chose to focus on slowing down, I became witness to the miracles happening all around. A man in an expensive suit helping a young mother carry a giant stroller down the subway steps. Concerned passersby stopping to pick up oranges that had rolled off a fruit vendor's cart. And old man quickly pulling a child back on the sidewalk as a car ran a red light. Kindness everywhere, in this city of fast walkers. I learned to appreciate the yoga of each moment, the yoga that occurs when we are in the world with open eyes and light feet.

Even if you don't like Eclipse, you'll think this is funny...

I know I've told you about Stick Man Theater and their Twilight series before... well, here's the funniest (if not most irreverent) installment yet!

Click here to see the conclusion of Eclipse.

Too funny!

My favorite store...

Anthropologie!