Cinderella Does Yoga

The girls and their friends performed Cinderella in our back yard. Tabs is the prince, Pip the wicked step-sister and Mist the fairy godmother.

Just returned from Ashtanga yoga. I tried out the Oranj studio downtown. Here's the thing about yoga, many postures make me feel nauseous or the shoulder stand really hurts my wrists and elbows. So, yoga is hard for a variety of reasons: some of the stretches are difficult, some of the postures require major muscle holding--all this I can handle, it is a challenge. I can get better at it. But the nauseousness and painful wrists? I think perhaps those can be overcome in time too? I do hope so. The Oranj studio has incredible classes, all sorts of yoga and yoga fusions. I plan to try a new one each week until I find the perfect fit. Time matters too. Evenings are best--I won't need daycare. However, in the winter sometimes fresh snow makes the mountain drive back home nearly impossible, so I may miss some winter classes. Oh well, accept it girl, you live on the top of a friggin mountain...

Will work on my web site tonight and tomorrow. Then class on Saturday. And then the class is finito! And I'm of to San Francisco next Friday with my secret lover...yes, my secret lover is also my not so secret lover--but I had you wondering.

Trying so hard to be mindful about everything and stay in the Zen Zone. I just realized that the most important thing in navigating on this earth is to remember that we as humans are tribal and that no matter what the cause, what the crisis, one has to always tread wisely so as to never alienate themselves from their tribe. If one alienates oneself, then all is lost and one is as good as dead, in a sense. In the wild, a human cannot survive alone. I find this helpful whenever I am very passionate about a cause. I think first, how can I work on this cause without alienating people with my over the top passion?

And hey, we all have a little Cinderella within...once I was shouted at in Florence by an Italian street vendor. He didn't like my bartering and screamed at me all the way down the lane, "You F*#*ing American Princess!"--ha, he had it wrong! I am a f*#*ing Canadian Princess!