Wednesday, February 11, 2015

You're Better Than You Think

Paradigms and Emergence

Those who know me well, know I like to clean things out....

I clean out the old, ALL THE TIME.  My poor kids.  We are always going through the toys and clothes they no longer use, and we move them on.  I don't hold onto things that are not working for me, whether its an actual item, or a situation or idea.  Just the other day, we were talking about Winnie the Pooh movies, and we had a hankering to watch a few.  But guess what!  They were gone.  Moved on to another home.  I guess I had a longing for some of that feel good about yourself messaging that is laden in the Winnie the Pooh stories and movies.  Maybe I just was reminiscing on the little toddlers I once had in contrast to the teenagers I am about to have. 

This idea- that you are better than you think, is a prime theme in those stories.  But if you read through the Yoga Sutras, or any ancient text, or modern self help, you find the same theme.  And it may sound a bit "woo woo" or "new agey".  But maybe your oversimplifying it.  If you ever have a moment of despair, and feel like hope is lost, that you keep running into the same problems over and over in life, or  you just feel like things are not flowing well in your life, you haven't quite figured out that you are better than you think.   Maybe you need to watch some of those movies too.

I believe that the problem is that we get stuck in what we believe about ourselves, about our environment, and we just can't move past it, only because we won't let ourselves.   We get stuck because of a Paradigm.  A Paradigm is a distinct concept or thought pattern.  We believe that these paradigms are true to the core and there is no possible way anything could be different.  We might believe something about ourselves, "I can't do ...."  "I am only good at..."  "This is what I am."  It doesn't matter what it is.  What matters is that we don't think anything else is possible.   Pick a core thought about yourself, one that might be limiting you in some way.  What if it wasn't true?  How do you know, without a shadow of a doubt, beyond 100%, that its always true?  And what, just what if, it wasn't true.  What would your life look like in that case?  Play this out for yourself, and watch your paradigm shift...

In yoga we say its most important to be aware of what is happening.  We don't even need the intention of changing it, we just need to be aware of our thoughts around it.  This paradigm is the key to the yoga practice. Action happens, change happens, simply by the ever deepening layers of knowing that we have thoughts but they don't always have to be TRUE.  We see our true state is beyond what our thought state is, and in this way we become better than we think. Emergence:  the process of coming into view or becoming exposed after being concealed.   WE step into our biggest self, our most important self that feels connected, we EMERGE.

Emerge with me...

Friday, February 6, 2015

Inspiration in a mustard seed...

I have a theory of life.  That we all long to connect and to live a life of meaning and inspiration.  Now these might seem like HUGE topics that are overwhelming, some grand life event, but think about it for a minute.  How often does a tiny moment inspire you?  This morning, a friend reached out to me to ask how she can make her days more stress free.  She was going though a rough time, and she needed a boost.  I spent a few minutes typing out how a regular yoga practice and meditation really can help, I said a mantra can make a world of difference, and gave her some ideas, and offered her a video on EFT tapping, and she perked right up.   It went a little further, after she said she was trying to help everyone, I said you really can only help yourself.  The rest was their work.  Her perspective changed. There was hope.  I told her just a few minutes of consistent practice can change her life, and then to let that radiate to those in need.  It felt great to a: connect with her, she's all the way across the world!  and b: feel like I was helping through this struggle, even if in a tiny way.  She perked up after reaching out to connect, and knew that someone was behind her and giving her a boost.

This all happened in a span of about 2 minutes.  I felt inspired.  There was meaning in that moment. If we can just find the tiny moments to connect, if we focus on them, we can watch that effort grow exponentially in our lives.  It depends on what story you want playing in your head, and where you choose to put your attention.  I remember having a bracelet my grandmother gave me.  There was a tiny glass ball, and a note etched on a little golden plate: "If ye have faith as large as a mustard seed, no thing is impossible".  Those words etched themselves onto the plate of my mind.  Inspiration can be tiny.  But it grows.  It isn't always the big moments that make our lives magical.  Its usually the tiny ones.  Watch for them.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

More thoughts on Joy, inspired by Sandra Dodd


"Try the idea that it might be enjoyable to do work.  To clean, cook, type, compute.  Happiness might last a few seconds, but joy can be ongoing, can be felt before, during, and after our goals. A tiny moment can be enjoyed.  Warm water over your hands when washing. Light and shadow on the floor.  Pictures in the clouds.  You don't need permission from someone else to experience JOY.  Whether or not what you thought gave you joy is up to you.  Your life is yours and is being lived NOW.  Do not wait for approval.  Do not wait for instructions.  Have all this joy you want.  Help your children, family, friends to find this joy too...."

 Blizzards of Abundance!


We spent yesterday camped out in the house.  After our morning practices and some time filming (more on this later!!), we cooked a HUGE pot of bean soup, and played some  math card games & connect the dots (this is a new pastime for us, Ellessia and I found it amusing to see what shapes emerged!).  That's my kind of day!  This was the day of the "crippling storm of the century".  I don't know about you, but the sensationalism of the weather gives me quite a laugh.  We ended up with about a foot of snow. A fair amount, but not exactly crippling.  Now I can't speak for the entire range of the weather, some areas were harder hit.  However,  no matter what the snow fall, there is no need to hold the space for expectations of "crippling" weather.  The storm is of course a metaphor for anything in our lives that creates upheaval and is a disruption to our routine.  Our family has personally weathered several major "life storms".  None of them were easy, and a few required some time to process to move forward.  I have found that my daily practice helps me to weather these times more easily, and I look at them through a different paradigm.  Looking for the abundance in any moment, what can I be grateful for, even though the skies are grey. We can look at any time of seeming stress or intensity and keep our center with a few daily practices:

1- Connect with your physical body EVERY DAY

This is up to your interpretation, but it means some kind of physical activity.  Yoga is great, and is ONE of my own preferences, but you may the person who saves this for a weekly class, that's ok.  Maybe you stretch a little bit, or you go for a daily walk (this is my other daily preference).  Maybe you like to dance, hula hoop, or vacuum the house!  Whatever it is, move your body and make it an intentional action and you will feel more alive.  This will lower Cortisol levels- your stress hormones, and help you to manage stormy times.

2-Find Gratitude

Basic but essential.  Take a few minutes out of your day to recognize the wonderful things you do have.  I have joked in classes that having your spine and breathing mean life is good!  But some days, that may be all there seems to be for you.  That's ok!  What is important is that you recognize the good.  Maybe you wish your significant other did more for you, or that your kids tried harder or helped out more.  Instead of nagging them and making a negative situation all around, what if you did the opposite? This is called "pratipaksha Bhavana" in yoga.  Cultivating the opposite.  You may want to nag and complain, but what if you took a mindful moment to say "thank you" for some small thing they did instead.  What if you appreciate that spine, that breath, or some other personal goodie.  Create a more positive space for yourself and your loved ones.

3- Repeat a Mantram

Daily repetition of an intentional phrase can make miracles.  Mantra is a tool for the mind.  It takes the wild paths the mind likes to go on, and reigns them in.  Repetition is KEY.  Whenever the mind wants to stray, pull it back by coming to your mantram.  Eknath Easwaren says that taking a fast walk while repeating your mantram can be life saving.  I agree.

Some sample Mantrams:

Om Om Om- Connecting to the source
Om Tat Sat- I am that- Source
Sat Nam- Truth is my name
So Hum- Oneness
Om Gam Ganapatayea Namaha- Remove my obstacles


Pick one and make it yours.  Make it your best friend, your daily prescription.  There are NO SIDE EFFECTS of Mantram!  Test it out, and let me know how it makes you feel!


And ultimately, if times get you down, and even if your daily practices of health and wellness don't seem to aid in pulling you through.  See if you can "FAKE IT UNTIL YOU BECOME IT."  Sometimes you have to trick the mind to bring yourself to a place of wholeness.  Put your all into feeling and being well.  One of my departed love teachers, Jyoti Haansa used to tell me "Do something CRAZY".  It works!  It helps to rework negative patterns.  You may have to fake through it, but it just may turn into truth for yourself.  So turn up the music loud and dance like no one is watching.  Do a cartwheel, eat something wild.  Build a snow man- plenty of white stuff out there to do that with!  Make a fort out of your couch cushions.  JUST DO CRAZY (healthy and well, of course).   And become your change.

All Love,

Angie

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Just a Quote on Joy...

Sometimes I read Sandra Dodd, and I feel that I am reading deep spiritual writing.  It touches my very soul.  Here is a quote from her.  My share for the day:

"Your life is yours, and it is being lived even as you read this. Do not wait for approval. Do not wait for instructions, or for a proctor to say "Open your lifebook now and write." Have all the joy you want, and help your children, neighbors and relatives find some too. Joy doesn't cost anything but some reuseable thought and awareness"

A little paradigm shift, inspired by Sandra Dodd.... Instead of happiness, seek JOY. Joy is in the present moment, filling your fibers and cells, instead of something we seek. Find the JOY in cooking food. Find the JOY in working with your children. Heck, find the JOY in work. Find the JOY in cleaning your house. Find the JOY in the crisp cold air that greets you when you step outside. Practice experiencing joy, and you will enjoy your new experience of life.

Enjoy.... In love.

Angie 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Passion of Unschooling

I like to dance with ideas.  I flirt with them.  I think of the thought, consider, read, experiment, and test some more.  Then I like to read reviews and see what others say against my idea.  I feel permeable, able to absorb information that works, leave behind what doesn't, and forge ahead with a new permutation of the idea.

As a Homeschooling mom, when my children were very young, 4 and 6, the concept of Unschooling was not familiar to me.  I hadn't hear of it. I struggled with making my oldest follow a curriculum, couldn't figure out how to "get" her to read, or "make" her learn her facts.  I assumed I was doing it all wrong and threw my hands up in the air.  Let the schools do it, I didn't have a clue what I was doing.

So off they went, to kindergarten, and first grade (even though my oldest was ready age wise for 2nd, I didn't think that was a good place for her).  She started the year off great. Excited at the possibilities. Granted, they missed homeschool club the most, and had fond memories of romping with children of all ages, playing games, taking art classes, eating loads of snacks...  One of my biggest concerns with sending the kids to school was needing to be on a strong schedule and not being able to snack when they wanted!  The teacher assured me there were snacks in the classroom, and no one would starve.  The girls started to make new friends at school and things went well.

About 2 months in, I was called.  My eldest was struggling with the curriculum and wasn't making "academic" gains.  We started having meetings.  Specialists were called in, studies were made.  She saw a reading specialist, a math specialist, and speech and language specialist.  I started to realize it wasn't me!  I wasn't doing something wrong, because the experts couldn't figure this out either.  Even after several major studies and analyzing with Psychologists,  and Special Education teachers, several years later, we never found a specific diagnosis.  Non-specific learning disability.   She was taken out of classes she liked,  like Library,  to go be with Special Education teachers.  She was singled out among her peers.  Different... not able.

I keep saying in meetings, "Can't we focus on her strengths instead of her areas of weakness?"  Wouldn't that be the most logical approach?  If I am not great at carpentry, doesn't it make sense to hire out the carpentry work, and do the job I am good at instead?  Isn't that why we have specialists?  We all have a unique gift we can share with others?  But I was told the school didn't have the resources to work in that way.  She would come home in tears over homework, telling me she knew she wasn't the smartest kid in the class.  As she approached pre-teen years,  I saw her recede more.  Only the beginning stages, but I knew that social pressures would mount, self identification with not being good, smart, would add to big trouble in her teen years.

We considered private schools but really they were too expensive.  Luckily, I work from home and decided to give it another go and to try this homeschooling idea again.  I came across this concept of "Unschooling".  My first thoughts were "crazy, ridiculous", how could that work?  Just let them do what they want??  But as any with seed, it started to grow.  I started to see the wisdom in child driven learning.  And the research mounted again. Suddenly it made so much sense, and mirrored some yogic practices as well.  Learning comes from within, it can not be forced from the outside.  We think its important to study for the standardized test, to pass it well, but what did all that time, effort, and energy really do for us? Well, it made some money for folks at the testing industries.  But what did we gain?  Some facts?  Some ability to work through math problems that we rarely, if ever, face in our day to day existence? If we truly needed those skills, couldn't we figure them out when necessary?  Don't humans excel at figuring out what they need to do, and learning how to do it?  Isn't this whole model causing so many of our adult issues, feelings of inadequacy, not belonging, self identification?  We don't know what we love, or what to do, we don't feel creative.  Because it has been driven out of us.  Worst of all, we all KNOW this is true, because we felt it ourselves when we were children.  Innately, we sense its wrong, but we accept it as a social norm, and going against that takes a strong person.

So why force another curricular system in place of the other?  Why play school at home?  I am choosing to take the bumpy path, and let my kids decide what is important, and then support them 200% in their personal interests. Mom, I want to make a shirt... ok.  Lets do it.  Mom, I want to make a website... ok, lets do it.  Mom, I love minecraft... ok, lets get it for your computer.  Show them you trust them, and you are there to help them, and amazing things start to blossom.  Who cares if they don't score well on that standardized math test.  Doesn't happiness count for something anymore?  Or are we too use to having that beaten out of us too...

I decided to look up what these grown unschoolers actually do with their lives.  Isn't that why we send our kids to school anyway?  To prepare them for an adult life and career?  Turns out, they can get into college just fine without curricular math and LA, Science, etc...

The following is an excerpt from a Blog report on a study of unschoolers as adults.  By Luba Vangelova: 

http://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2014/09/how-do-unschoolers-turn-out/


"Overall, 83 percent of the respondents had gone on to pursue some form of higher education. Almost half of those had either completed a bachelor’s degree or higher, or were currently enrolled in such a program; they attended (or had graduated from) a wide range of colleges, from Ivy League universities to state universities and smaller liberal-arts colleges.

Several themes emerged: Getting into college was typically a fairly smooth process for this group; they adjusted to the academics fairly easily, quickly picking up skills such as class note-taking or essay composition; and most felt at a distinct advantage due to their high self-motivation and capacity for self-direction. “The most frequent complaints,” Gray notes on his blog, “were about the lack of motivation and intellectual curiosity among their college classmates, the constricted social life of college, and, in a few cases, constraints imposed by the curriculum or grading system.”

Most of those who went on to college did so without either a high school diploma or general education diploma (GED), and without taking the SAT or ACT. Several credited interviews and portfolios for their acceptance to college, but by far the most common route to a four-year college was to start at a community college (typically begun at age 16, but sometimes even younger).
None of the respondents found college academically difficult, but some found the rules and conventions strange and sometimes off-putting. Young people who were used to having to find things out on their own were taken aback, and even in some cases felt insulted, “when professors assumed they had to tell them what they were supposed to learn,” Gray says."

So if they can get into college, and are self motivate, more so than many of their schooled peers, and they do well, have careers, and happy lives... why make them waste their childhoods studying for tests that have no meaning?  Don't you want your life to have meaning?  Doesn't this become the estranged theme of adulthood?  Is it because we once knew, but we were forced to follow another path because someone else knew what was best for us?  What if they were all wrong???

And whats more... These grown unschoolers tend towards creative entrepreneurial jobs, instead of cubical tell me what to do jobs... no big mystery why...

"The range of jobs and careers was very broad—from film production assistant to tall-ship bosun, urban planner, aerial wildlife photographer, and founder of a construction company—but a few generalizations emerged. Compared to the general population, an unusually high percentage of the survey respondents went on to careers in the creative arts—about half overall, rising to nearly four out of five in the always-unschooled group. Similarly, a high number of respondents (half of the men and about 20 percent of the women) went on to science, technology, engineering or math (STEM) careers. (The same held true in another recent survey of unschoolers.) “STEM careers are also kind of creative careers—they involve looking for something, seeking answers, solving problems,” Gray says. “When you’re looking at it that way, it sort of fits.”

The reason for this correlation is something this survey can’t answer. “Maybe unschooling promotes creativity, or maybe dispositionally creative people or families are more likely to choose unschooling,” Gray says. “It’s probably a little bit of both.”

Additionally, just more than half of the respondents were entrepreneurs (this category overlapped considerably with the creative arts category). But what Gray found most striking is the complete absence (in both this and his Sudbury study samples) of “the typical person who gets an MBA and goes on to become an accountant or middle manager in some business. People with these educational backgrounds don’t go on to bureaucratic jobs. They do work in teams, but where there is a more democratic relationship within the team.”

We fear.   I see it all the time as a yoga teacher.  More so than not being able to do something, we are afraid of the possibilities.  Because we don't trust ourselves.  Why should we, we were told our ideas, interests, were not as important.  We were told to be quiet, and to listen.  Not to voice ourselves, or express ourselves, or pursue our own interests.  I want to change that, in the classes I teach and in my own kids.  I want to support their strengths, not their perceived weaknesses.  I want to see them live in passion, and interest, and to be excited to wake up and face the day and do what they love.

 Don't you want those things too???
 





Tuesday, January 6, 2015

What is in a name...

Whenever one names something, people start asking, "What does that mean?".  The first name I gave to my style and school of teaching was a loan from my training school:  Shakti Yoga.  Shakti is the expression of the devine feminine that exists in all of us (male or female).  It is the flow, dance, and spark of energy that animates all of life.  I connected immediately with this idea, and could not think of any better way to express it.  So I lived with that name for a while. But people were constantly asking me what it meant, and it seemed confusing.  It is also linked to the Tantra practice, and I received  a few very strange phone calls  from people thinking I offered Tantric practices.  So I thought it would be better to find a different name instead of continuing to borrow my teachers name.

So there were many forms and ideas of the name, and moments of "why do I need a name anyway!".  There is a tiny rebel streak in me.  I don't like to conform, so maybe I could be the yogi formerly known as... or the unnamed... but that didn't last long.  I could just use my own name, and have been in that state for a while.  When designing the Yoga Teacher Training program, I knew there was an idea that would be important for me. There is a line in the Tao Te Ching- in reference to the Tao being expressed by the "Myriad Forms".  This idea always inspired me.  Myriad means: countless, or of an extremely great number.  I have always said that there are as many styles of yoga as there are teachers and practitioners.  That we each bring our own unique expression to the practice.  Each pose, each movement, each breath becomes one of the many beads on the string of the practice of yoga.  So there are Myriad forms of yoga.  But these are really all just expressions of the one.  So it becomes a bit of a paradox.  That there are many countless forms and expressions, but these are expressions of Oneness.  You can think of it this way:  There is one "you".  But "you" may be a mother or father, an aunt or uncle, a son or daughter, a cousin, a husband or wife, a friend, etc... there are many relationships and versions of you.  But the "you" doesn't change.  The unchanging part of the "Myriad" one might call "God" or "spirit" or whatever suits you best.  The Myriad expressions point to the unchanging part.

When we practice yoga, each day it changes. Today we feel open and alive. Tomorrow perhaps we are more tired and slow.  And this changes further, from person to person.  In our teacher training, I emphasize that there is no one correct alignment for a posture.  No one right way to practice and many possibilities to explore. This can seem overwhelming to those who need to "know the answers".  Or it could be completely liberating, depending on your outlook.   In the Kirtan practice, we chant the many names of the divine.  Again, the myriad expressions.  But again, its essence is just one.  Like the Inuit tribes that have many different words for snow, its all still snow.  The words describe different expressions of the same substance. So the word "myriad" expresses a truth.  The truth of oneness behind the many forms.

When you practice with us, myself and the teachers who have trained at Myriad Yoga, you will be honoring your own needs and aligning with your inner truth. There will be no worrying about your pose looking like a textbook, or even trying to get into the pose in the "one right way" because there is no such thing.  We will  always look to the possibilities and help you to explore your own willingness and curiosity to move body, breath, and mind with strength and integrity in the spirit space around and within.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Why hanging the laundry might make you a better person.

I consider our home a creative abode.  Its more than just where I bring my stuff, throw my shoes down, eat some food and sleep.  Its my womb space- my place of creative exploration, my place of spiritual growth through my yoga practices-and daily practices.  My home is my testing ground for new ideas, where I make mistakes and test out my attempts to start anew. 

I also consider my home my sacred land of purity.  That ol Yogic term "Soucha".  What I am confessing  here is that I am a neat freak.  I have some OCD issues, and need my home to be pretty clean 99% of the time.   We also have children, cats and dogs (thank goodness no more fish, bunnies, and guinea pigs).  So sometimes its a battle of wills.  My will to keep my "creative womb space" pure, clean and tidy.  And my families desire to kick back and "loaf" as my eldest likes to say.  Loafing does not create an image of "purity" in my mind.  The scattered books, littered papers, clothes on the floor, and up turned pillows do not = sacred space.   So there begins a struggle.  And I recognize its really my own struggle.  Its my choice to struggle.  To their credit, my whole family (husband included) will pick up their detritus without too much nagging.  Likely because they know where it will go if it doesn't get picked up.

I like to say that you know you are still alive when there are dishes to clean and laundry to tend to.  The constant cycles in a house- they are like breathing.  Always happening, the pulsation of a home.  We do not have a dish washer, and actually NEVER have.  I like it that way.  The whole family helps out with dinner dishes.  Not always with the other meals, but we have to pick our battles here.

Recently, Josh and I decided that we should hang the laundry again.  We go through phases, diligently hanging laundry, and then we cave and just chuck everything in the dryer.  But once we got back from India this past year, where we had to hand wash our laundry in little plastic buckets and hang everything out on the communal line (I refused to hang my underwear out there.  That stayed in the bathroom on a string between two nails, and the Gecko that hung out in the bathroom, I named him Fred...).  So on our return, we decided to keep that tradition going (without Fred).  We have two collapsible clothing racks, one is wooden, and one is metal.  We worked out this great system:  Run a load every day.   That way its never overwhelming (you know what I mean, if you have a family of 4 and you do laundry once a week, yikes!).  Run the washer in the morning and hang it all before 8 AM so it has time to dry.  We discovered that the laundry will dry outside in the sun in a few hours, but will still dry by the next day when left inside in case of rain.   So there is no excuse not to hang it.  Small loads= fast hanging time (about 10-15 minutes) and then it just sits there.  Sometimes it gets left out and it rains, like a second rinse.  But mostly, the system works pretty well.

But... there are mornings where it feels like one more thing to get done in the mad morning rush.  And at times I get help with it, and then days go by at a time with no help.   It lands on me to get the laundry done over and over, day after day....and then resentment starts to seep in... like ants (?).  Why do I have to be the one to do this every day?  What if I go on strike and just stop doing the laundry.  Will someone else ever notice?  Or will they just wear stinky clothes... I may ask the girls to help hang, but they need supervision, as they like to hang all the small socks on the top line, (where the long pants should go) and crumple the clothes on the line so that they take twice as long to dry.  I harbor grumbles at my husband because he should know that I can't always just do all the housework and get the laundry hung up without help day after day.

But for some crazy reason, I still do it.  Its like a pull... some weird magnetic attraction to dirty underwear.  And I realize, that hanging the laundry might make me a better person.  I get a chance to observe my unwillingness to be cooperative, to want to go on strike (and just see what they will do if I stop doing the laundry, it might be fun to see what happens...), and step back and tell myself "Just do it and stop complaining to yourself anyway".  I put aside grumbling emotions, and like the pulsation of breath, engage in unfurling a wet clump of shirt, shaking out the garment, holding it taught to the wooden pole while I pin the shirt- like a silent space inside.  Then next wet clump, over and over, until the days clothes hang on the wooden line like wet leaves on a tree.  Hanging clothes, Breathing,  Meditating-its all the same.   Just another spiritual action in my home-womb space.

Friday, May 30, 2014

How to measure success, by the spoonful.

Is it cheating to post your comments on other blogs as your own blog posts?   Maybe, but I never liked reading and following the rules anyway.

I am intensely intrigued by the idea of Project based learning. Its what I have been hoping the school would be doing when they initiated IEP and special ed services for my daughter. I see that its not how that works. They seem to use the IEP as a map of sorts, to continue with the curriculum they have already set in place, despite the fact that its just not working. So I am jumping ship, and starting my own adventure (this is a theme in my life, and I just love watching it happen!).

I think one needs to decide what we are really trying to do here with this education business, be it homeschool or other. It would seem that perhaps we are preparing children for the "workplace". The world of career and money, and making a "living". Isn't that why we bother with it all? Don't we want to be sure that our children will be "successful?" won't that mean that we succeeded at being parents? That we chose the correct education path for them? Who started spoon feeding us that line of craziness??? Its soo much more than that. Its only one tiny component of life and living, and you know it its true, because it resonates with us on a deeper level. Despite every pore and cell that might scream "yes, but we need to eat and pay our bills!! We should do that in the most economically minded way as possible. I NEED a career that will prove it to the world that I am SUCCESSFUL"- how many of us are so terribly unhappy with life in general? With our "career"? I don't think you will EVER be happy if that is the case. You will always be chasing your tail, trying to figure out if there is a better career, or some fancy shift of career that could better optimize your talents. Maybe I should sign up for this training program, or that, and THEN I too can be successful. Maybe I should make more money, better use my time. On and on and on… Why not do what you love. "Oh, that's such a damn simple woo woo concept" Why? Is that true? When you are doing what you love, are you not content and happy? Search it out. IS it true? Why should a "career" be anything else? Why not Do what inspires you most? Serve the community in some way that moves your soul? What if that is your motivating force? Maybe it won't make you a ton of money, and so you adjust your lifestyle to make that happen. Maybe today what moves your soul, isn't what moves it tomorrow? Move on, Change it. Life is constantly moving and shifting, that is just what it does. Did you ever notice that?

So if I decide that my own kids should do what motivates them most, create in the most unique ways they can, and find ways of sharing that with others, then I would feel like I did my job. That I showed them how maximize their living potential instead of their earning potential.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

I think this all the time. Why? Why Diabetes? But why anything at all? Then I think other things... Diabetes for my daughter was caused by a terrible illness that she likely contracted while we were at a park. What if we were not there that day, what if we went somewhere else. What life would she have then? Maybe she would be invited to sleep over parties, and dinners. What life Would I have now? So much hardship since that one visit. But, maybe its not such a bad thing. How do I know its really negative? Is it true that its a negative thing that needs a cure? Maybe its just what my ego mind likes to think. I am attached to some idea that just isn't so. Anything can happen in life, the fact that we have life at all is remarkable. A blessing. I could choose to be upset about any number of things. Each time I let myself become upset, I think its because I am attached to an idea I put in my mind. Its not reality. Reality is Diabetes. Reality is Ecoli. Its whatever is out there, whatever I am dealing with in any given moment. Crazy things happen all the time. Are they really my enemy? How do I know that its true? Do we even really need a "cure" what would that be? What would a "cure" look like? Would it really "cure" anything? Its so funny, because my daughter will say things like "I love my diabetes" and"I love my life", and I think its because she perceives that it means she can eat sweet things from time to time to pick up her blood sugars. Maybe she feels like she gets some special treatment sometimes. I am not even 100% sure why she says it. But when do I ever say it? Maybe I should start. Such strength and love for every diabetic parent. Every parent indeed. Every person indeed.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

This post started on Facebook, and I could see that I was willing to ramble on and on.  Who wants to read an essay on Facebook?  If it isn't under 3 sentences, is way too long.  And besides, I can use most of it for my "post a day" challenge for myself (which I am failing by the way, as I didn't write anything this weekend.  Yikes!). 

This video trailer brought tears to my eyes. There is a moment in this clip where the teen says that she knows if she was born in another country with this illness, she would probably not be alive. That's how I feel about my Bella, but for her, it would have been before the diabetes even set in. Type 2 folks can take control of their lives with a diet and lifestyle overhaul, and often they don't need insulin. You see, Type 2 folks have a pancreas that makes insulin. It just isn't getting into the cells. But not the Type 1 folks. Diet/ aka your food choices- does NOT cause Type 1. Its a very different illness entirely, where either no, or just very little insulin, is actually being made. Type 1 quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) affects every aspect of your child's life, and consequently yours too- and therefore affects every parental decision. A moment of "mom, I don't feel so good" can suddenly turn into a sweeping emergency. You are constantly asking "whats her blood sugar". Its the quiet hum of diabetes, constantly in the background.

I like to go about pretending things are fine, it doesn't affect us. And mostly, it doesn't.  Diabetes, for the most part, is a quiet hum in the background.  But when it isn't, its a tremendously loud noise in the foreground.   I am always wondering, how will I get her to fully take care of herself?  What if she decides to binge drink in her teens and early 20s?  It could actually kill her, something that's just a stupid phase for many young adults, can be deadly for a diabetic.   What about her eating habits? I am always telling her to not eat soo many chips or crackers, etc... because it will affect her sugar.  But I never say things like that to her sister.  Am I making her quietly self conscious about her eating habits?  Will I inflict some eating disorder by trying to keep her sugar in a health range? My concern list is sooo long, that I have to just set it aside, and deal with each moment as it comes to us.  Right now, those are not issues.  Right now, she just wants cake with her friends. And she CAN handle that just fine.  She is able to help figure out the carbs and insulin dose, and is able to draw and inject  the insulin herself.   I need to trust that ultimately, she wants to be healthy and knows how to do so.  Its just the loving support that she needs to bring herself there.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Why artists don't have to starve...

Anyone is capable of making a living out of doing pretty much anything they can imagine and wish for, as long as they put in the grunt work and actually go after it.  Happens time and time again, all over the place, all around the world.  You are only limited by your own inner drive, and the excuses you choose to make for yourself.  Make art.  Sell art.  Rinse and Repeat.  There are systems in place, and people willing to buy.   Excuses for why its not happening are just that, excuses and if you choose to believe your excuses, and allow that to happen, then you will cry about why its not happening.  Everyone has a sob story about why something didn't happen.  Its the great artists who choose to not  tell those sob stories, who actually make something of their lives.

The only reason anything doesn't happen to you, or for you, or for the world, is because you are making an excuse for yourself.  Stop telling yourself and the world your sob story, and get to work. I actually wrote this response for another big name blogger, who I thought was trashing artists wanting to try.  Folks can and do make a living out of art.  Just define what "living" is, you may need to actually redefine the word for yourself. 

Now I have posted for my daily writing excerpt, and I can go to work on that art commission I just acquired.  

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Here is my go as a blogger!  My family life has had many adventures, our most recent one being having a child diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.

When our daughter, Isabella was 3, she suffered from a severe E-coli infection that created a condition called "HUS", Hemalytic Uremic Syndrome. Her body was overwhelmed with the toxins produced as the E-coli bacteria died off.  Her kidneys lost their functioning, and the added fluid made breathing difficult.  We thought she would die...But the angels at Maine MED saved her.  Isabella had a total of 17 dialysis treatments, and was on a respirator for two weeks at the PICU at Maine MED.  Her kidneys did eventually resume function.  A Wonder to have her pee for the first time again!  She came off the respirator and we watched her come back to life...

But then another problem presented itself.  Her blood sugars we extremely elevated.  No one was sure if it was actually Diabetes, but  we did have to monitor sugars, and dose with Insulin.  We left the hospital after 31 days, with all the tools to manage Diabetes.  Then something strange happened.  IT all went AWAY.  No more sugar problems, no more needles, no more checking.  Seemed to be a result of the illness.  She would just be checked at her annual blood draw (done to monitor kidney functioning) and we would be fine.

Fast Forward 7 years.  Isabella is now 10, and after a week of high fever that swept through our house, Isabella is complaining of having to pee all night long. She is constantly thirsty.  She can't see the trees outside our windows... It doesn't take long for me to realize we have a problem here.

Why eating Octopus is completely unconventional...

Why sure, I do think of my self as quite unconventional.  Hence the title here.  Even though I am married, live in a white ranch, with two kids, a dog and two cats... I think that is where conventional ends.  I have always been at least 3 steps away from normal.

 I am American, but I wasn't born here in the States.  I was born on a Mediterranean Island.  For my friends growing up in rural NH, that was exotic!  My mom did not speak clear English, and had a fabulous Italian accent.  She would confuse words like "chicken and kitchen" and only we would understand what she meant.  I had been to Europe 3 times by the age of 14, and most of my friends hardly ever left the state, their big adventure was to drive to the big city of "Manchester" to go to the mall.  My Dad is American, but Mom is Italian, and her entire family is still there. My Fabulous Aunt Stella visited us when I was 12, and my "Nonno" when I was 15.  Mom did things a little different than other mothers growing up- We had the most Immaculately Clean House in the whole town- I think we could have won a blue ribbon for it.  Mom was also constantly trying to recreate her long lost Italian delicacies out of the SAD foods in America, like trying to recreate Italian Brioche and Gelato with Hood Ice Cream and Hamburger buns.   We ate TONS of pasta, and even exotic foods like marzipan and octopus, delicacies not too common here in NH.   So whatever "normal" is suppose to be is not something I concern myself with.  I think its fabulous to do all things differently than others.


I married my high school sweet heart.  We started dating when I was 14, and now are happily married for nearly 2 decades.  I work as an artist, and a yoga teacher, and am Self Employed and LOVE IT.  That whole 9-5, 7 days a week think, just is completely anti-me.  I think its just not normal... We (my family, hubby and daughters) are Vegan.  Now that is something that can make people run away from a dinner conversation FAST.  Definite "Weirdo" goes with the word "VEGAN".   I think if you record VEGAN on an LP and play it backwards, you definitely hear the word "WEIRDO".  But I also do not drink alcohol.  So, never mind, I don't get invited to dinner parties anyway.  They can't feed me, or offer me a drink.   I am a Yogin, which today, is not abnormal, with millions of people claiming to practice Yoga (or at least the ASANA- physical posture part).  But I also chant and play Kirtan music live, in front of other people.  And love it.  Being VEGAN and practicing KIRTAN, and not drinking alcohol, puts you in a very, very, very small category of people, even in the Yoga world. 

I also have a TYPE 1 Diabetes Daughter.  She isn't even a normal Type 1, as her Pancreas is injured from an awful illness when she was three.   Her body does not make Antibodies against her pancreas- so its "Atypical- Type 1 Diabetes".   Anyone handling Type 1 diabetes in a child will tell you that thier lives often seem far  from normal.  You have to travel everywhere with medical juice boxes, emergency sugars, keto stix, glucagon, meters,  and the doctors numbers on speed dial.  It's worse than carrying a diaper bag was when they were infants.  And if you forget that bag anywhere on your journey, the whole journey ends to find the "D" bag.  Every meal your diabetic child eats has to be calculated and quantified.  Only a mom of a diabetic, or a diabetic, can look at a plate of pasta and know the number of carbohydrates on that plate.  Its an entire lifestyle, and one we surely did not choose.

So to compound the unconventional life we are lucky enough to own, we have recently decided to homeschool our two girls next school year.  Largely this comes from their own requests.  I used to homeschool, for two years with my first daughter.  She has learning difficulties and putting her in public school helped us sort through some of it, but now it seems that it may be time to try again. With homeschooling  you can make all of life an exquisite learning adventure.  I look forward  to giving those precious girls the time to explore their hearts curiosity, to take away the tests and the rote memorization (that isn't working anyway) and to create a whole organic experience out of learning.  School is way too normal, so I am not sure why I thought that was something for me.  I think I had a weird notion that maybe the kids should be in a "normal" setting.  But that is an unlikely probability, being that they are my offspring.   So we will add homeschooling to our list of anti-normal behavior.   It is far more interesting to walk the road less traveled anyway, or to just make up your own road as you go along, chanting and eating vegan faux octopus along the way...

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Neti Neti...

Wow, has it really been over a year since I decided to try this again?  Shifting imagined futures in reverse after much trial and tribulation,  and coming back home (such a deep feeling of really being home too, so right), starting a Yoga Teacher Training Program WHICH I LOVE RUNNING and then deciding to travel to India for the first time and falling in love with that country and a new lifestyle, might take up a wee bit of personal time.   Such a wild year indeed.  Lessons galore.  And here I am, now looking out ahead again...

I am happy in so many ways now.  I LOVE working from home, which is why I am forcing myself to Blog Blog Blog... hoping to grow this writing thing I seem to enjoy.  We will be homeschooling the girls this coming school year, actually after the school year ends, going to dive right into it.  I hope the small and intimate format will help them do better and to feel better and make their creativity explode- watch for those lessons in the future!!!   I am finally making art again!   and that is a passion that will continue to be my support.  I guess my lessons of the past 12 months are of "neti neti" not this, not that.  Determining what is right by engaging in what is wrong. And I can be thankful for that.  It makes for a stronger understanding of what is right for me.   I only wish that things didn't have to sometimes be so negative.  Never sits well with me.  We can only be the best that is possible in any given moment, in any given situation, and sometimes that is limited.  But in the moving forward hopefully we remember "neti neti" will help us to avoid that negativity in the future. 

Looking ahead, at my future... is funny, because I only wish to be present in each moment.   Work to simplify, work to engage in less, so that more of the inner bounty becomes apparent.  Yes, that is it.  A focus on the inner bounty, now there is some positive vegan juice for the soul.