A Quote to Live by

“Change is not something that we should fear. Rather, it is something that we should welcome. For without change, nothing in this world would ever grow or blossom, and no one in this world would ever move forward to become the person they’re meant to be.”  ~B.K.S. Iyengar

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How Fast One Can Fall but Get Back Up

I’m not in that magical place where there is so much solitude and no commitments other then with myself and my yoga. All the temptations are here in front of me. What weaknesses have I let back in? Slowly, the alcohol. NOT daily but always champagne, and usually I’m 9 times out of 10, a red girl. Champagne is a sign of celebration and a birthday came and went and another birthday and a welcome home and then another one, and champagne over and over because that’s what they were serving. And birthday cake. Sugar is worse then alcohol to my body. Soon after these ingestions I feel the body start to slump. Hmmmph. Awareness. I feel it. I’m aware. Awareness will keep me from slumping. I won’t let my body slump, and I find myself sitting up straighter. Checking in later with that posture, I observe that the right shoulder blade especially is rising upward toward the ear. 3rd glass..because I’m not driving. The Italian language starts. (swearing). I’m really slumping now. I fall asleep easily those nights. And, I don’t dream.

The next morning, a big honkin’ zit, right in my usual place. There goes my Indian skin. I’m drier then usual and can’t get enough water. I’m sucking down the water. I’m more breathless in my practice. The practice. They didn’t happen much in Omaha except for time on my new back bender, and some seated breath. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BEING, DAD!! I love my back bender. I love my Dad.

Exactly 2 weeks after landing back in my motherland, that worry line is already indented between the eyebrows. Now THAT seems quick. Just two weeks? What is it? It’s the living of life to the fullest with all the ones I love, and it feels so good. The yoga practices since Omaha have been unfolding beautifully as parts from India seep out into 3 hour practices. I’m reminded in them of how I learned to breathe clear to the collarbones and to nourish the body with the breath. Oh the joy I still feel. I just want to spread it to all. And it’s even acceptable to spread joy at this time of the year.

I am teaching in the morning and I have practiced this week, many of the ideas that I have in mind to get across to whoever shows up for the 8:30am level 3 class. But, it is always fun to see what really will happen in that time. I’m excited for the opportunity to teach but most of all I canNOT WAIT to see the Level 3’s and how their practice and Rose has carried them trough. Then at noon begins a celebration of BIG birthdays at a luncheon hosted by the BIG birthdays themselves – MW and DH! And, this luncheon is to welcome me home, too, of all things! Thank you for getting people together MW and DH.

The only Christmas decorations I have ‘up’ is what Ashley and my beloved son in law put together and that is the retro silver tree with the color wheel from my childhood which my parents gave to me, still in the original box. It is adorned with a few mostly handmade ornaments, and the kids old lego train around it. I need to find and hang the stockings with care, in hopes that JOY continues to flow through the air.

My mind is very much with BKS this week. Remembering him and his practices and presence and how excited I am for his birthday. To top it off my deceased Grandpa Cimino’s Christmas cactus is beginning to bloom. It didn’t bloom last year, so its a REALLY big deal! And now, just for Guruji, she blooms. I am forever grateful and aware of this blessing of the teachings of BKS IYENGAR and how he has changed and helped my life alone. Happy Birthday on Saturday, Guruji, Sir. Thank you for your 95 years of LIGHT you have given the world. Now, if only I can shine a fraction…..




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Home Sweet Home

It has taken me awhile to come back to the blog. I’ve been in a fog. It was just under 32 hours door to door getting home. I jumped right back into Kansas hours and activity. Since I was wide awake at 4am the first few days, I had the 3 hour practices. But, mostly they have been 2 hours, along with pranayama. I never want to miss that. Asana can wait now, if I must choose, it will always be the practice with the breath.

It was so great seeing first thing my husband, and holding him tight. He looked so much younger, (no nagging wife?!). He was equipped with my winter parka and Uggs. Yes, I had to take off the flip flops. I loved seeing the big Kansas sky. There is no sky like it. I missed the sky and the moon, which I rarely saw in India. I took a selfishly long hot shower as soon as I got home and couldn’t wait to crawl into my savvy rest! I had some quiet time before the kids arrived late afternoon on Thanksgiving Thursday. Mya was having a crying fit for the last 30 miles to our home so I heard her arrive with quiet sobs. But, as soon as she came around the corner and saw me she gave me the biggest smile and was as happy to see me as I was her. I had to wait until Friday late afternoon to see Jackson and I could hardly stand it! He walked into the house and nonchalantly said, “Hey Nahn,” but then he gave me the biggest hold on hug and a million kisses. (And, he hates kisses!) Then he said, “I knew you were going to scream.” (I did.) At one point that evening he thanked me for coming home and asked me not to go back. But, if I did have to go back he asked if I could just go for one month. Both the grandkids had grown so much.

It was a great reunion full of playing with dolls and a marathon monopoly game and taking them to see Santa. My own children looked older. One of the greatest things about being a grandmother is watching how wonderful my children are as parents. I’m so proud of them and all that they are. I loved cooking for all of them, all of their favorite things. The oven burned up while I was gone so my husband proudly displayed his new choice for us. He did good! It has been nice to eat more then vegetables in the pressure cooker. I must say, though, I’m kind of stuck on tea. I’ve had a few coffees, but my first choice in the morning has been tea.

When I arrived to America, in Newark, I was welcomed by grumpy airport personnel. “Of course you have to take your iPad out of your bag. Do everyone a favor and save time next time and always just take it out. Don’t ask.” (Other places had not required this.) Then all around me were people complaining. Televisions were blasting with the same news as when I left – a country split about Obama-care, and Kobe Bryant’s face on ESPN. I found my peace being challenged, partly due to not being able to sleep much. The flight from Frankfurt to Newark was packed with unhappy children because the entertainment system (and oxygen) was not working in economy class. That didn’t bother me, but the grumpiness of the Americans did. I wish we always had happiness in our hearts and gratitude as the people in India had. But, I will just worry about myself and try to keep it in my own living. That’s all that matters. Can I do it in spite of others? I have noticed my absolute peace on the road which is huge for me! It’s ok if someone seems more in a hurry now. Go ahead, cut me off. I’ll get there.

I will be teaching the Level 3 class next Thursday at YCL. I can’t wait! I’m thinking it will be a pvritta (Twists) class! Afterall, I don’t want you all to keep going wrong! And, December 14th is the birthday class for BKS Iyengar. I will be celebrating 95 years of Light on Guruji. 1pm.

I’m picking up my backbender this weekend. I can hardly wait! ! But mostly I can hardly wait to see my Omaha family. I’m so blessed.



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