True or False? You decide
Is yoga cool? I still don't know. Day 2 of yoga, which is supposed to be so wonderful. And day 2 of yoga on the beach. The sound of the waves, the breeze on my arms, and the smell of dog poop in the air, mixed with the scent of the ocean. Sigh. I learned some good stretches. I learned how to focus deep inside of me, the part of me that is separate from my past. I never thought to separate those 2 things before. I only snorted once. The instructor came up behind me, and raised my arm up for whatever celestial pose we were working on, and she said: I believe you have it inside you. I snorted, and not so gracefully. I thought yoga was supposed to make me more fluid and one with the universe and all that. I tried to breathe instead of responding out loud to her.
I also realized another interesting thing about my way of thinking here. In Cedar City, UT I was always running around. Alarm clocks, work schedules, To Do lists, and What Do I Absolutely Have To Do Next? Always calculating. How much time will it take? How much gas do I have in the car? How much money is in my wallet? And now, I'm always... feeling. In Samara I can sit and have an activity of Listening. Because it's all so different. It sounds different. It looks different here. It smells different here. In Cedar what did I have to listen to? The radio in my car? How many different birds are there? How many different interesting creatures did I listen for, so I knew to watch for them clomping down the street? How many times did the sense of smell benefit me? While cooking bacon, maybe.
Ok, so here you can walk down the streets and determine what kind of animal walked before you, based on the droppings you have to walk around. But mostly I can smell the salty air, and the dampness (but in a good way, I swear).
Today we went for lunch at a restaurant and I wish I had a camera. It has 2 open walls. A dog walked through and then lay down in the entrance. No one cared. Out of the front space out to the street/ocean was a small house. It looked like it was thrown together with rusty metal roofing sections. Behind it were some tall trees. Then the beach. Ron says those tall trees were about 200 feet high. It's like the Grand Canyon - you have to see it in person, in scale, to get the full scope. And waaaay up near the top of the tallest tree was a squirrel running around doing his squirrel thing. They are easy to spot, their main body is a pretty reddish brown.
Then we went down the beach and collected some more shells. Which is my favorite thing. I want to make a shell waterfall some day. Some day...
Then more rain and getting wet on the ride home. Ahhh. Good times. I was up at 5:30 this morning. I'm ready for bed now.
I also realized another interesting thing about my way of thinking here. In Cedar City, UT I was always running around. Alarm clocks, work schedules, To Do lists, and What Do I Absolutely Have To Do Next? Always calculating. How much time will it take? How much gas do I have in the car? How much money is in my wallet? And now, I'm always... feeling. In Samara I can sit and have an activity of Listening. Because it's all so different. It sounds different. It looks different here. It smells different here. In Cedar what did I have to listen to? The radio in my car? How many different birds are there? How many different interesting creatures did I listen for, so I knew to watch for them clomping down the street? How many times did the sense of smell benefit me? While cooking bacon, maybe.
Ok, so here you can walk down the streets and determine what kind of animal walked before you, based on the droppings you have to walk around. But mostly I can smell the salty air, and the dampness (but in a good way, I swear).
Today we went for lunch at a restaurant and I wish I had a camera. It has 2 open walls. A dog walked through and then lay down in the entrance. No one cared. Out of the front space out to the street/ocean was a small house. It looked like it was thrown together with rusty metal roofing sections. Behind it were some tall trees. Then the beach. Ron says those tall trees were about 200 feet high. It's like the Grand Canyon - you have to see it in person, in scale, to get the full scope. And waaaay up near the top of the tallest tree was a squirrel running around doing his squirrel thing. They are easy to spot, their main body is a pretty reddish brown.
Then we went down the beach and collected some more shells. Which is my favorite thing. I want to make a shell waterfall some day. Some day...
Then more rain and getting wet on the ride home. Ahhh. Good times. I was up at 5:30 this morning. I'm ready for bed now.
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