Pick A Lane


I failed miserably yesterday. Only moments after leaving the house, I let the negativity around me flood my boat. Eventually it sank. Those people that wouldn’t let me over when roads merged into one lane won yesterday. The few people that walk in the middle of the track who evidently don’t know if they belong in the walking or jogging lane did me in. My sons bad test grade, dishes and garbage in the bedrooms, annoying wind, teachers that will never understand all landed me in bed last night with a painful migraine. It’s like I stepped out of the house and screamed,”Here I am! Come at me bro!” So how do we build up our defenses so we are unscathed by the things that really shouldn’t matter? At least not to the point of ruining a perfectly beautiful day. For me, it comes down to being grounded and feeling balanced. As soon as I start feeling like everything’s spinning out of control I clam up and panic. I long for my toes to feel heavy on my yoga mat and feel that connection to Mother Earth. So today, I will try to ground myself so those little imbalances will not loosen the grip of my feet planted firmly underneath me. No more wobbling or weak knees for me. I will stand confident and strong and remind myself the sky is not falling. It really wasn’t that bad of a day. My mind tricked me into believing it was so I lost my way for a second or two. The connection of the body, mind and spirit is truly amazing. We have to know ourselves well enough to know what lane to get in so we can move full speed ahead on the right one that will take us home. When one falters, we have the other two to fall back on. Just get in the right lane and hit cruise. You will survive and tomorrow is another day. 

Strong and Rooted


I’ve often looked at a tree with envy. I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to stand majestic and strong as the winds of life just blow on through. I wonder how comforting it would be to feel so rooted that nothing or no one could tear me down. I think about how it would feel to bend with the flow without resisting or fighting what’s going to be. 

I guess that explains why tree pose is one of my favorites in yoga. When I start to feel afraid or threatened, you can find me practicing tree pose or holding warrior, standing tall and strong for just a moment.

I’m Grounded


Do you ever feel all out of sorts? Sometimes I don’t even realize how scattered I am until I hit my yoga mat. There really is something to feeling grounded. For me, it is a quiet confidence that everything will be okay. It is a feeling of being safe and supported and ready to take on anything that comes my way. How about you? What do you do to feel grounded and what does being grounded mean to you?

You’re Grounded!


What does being grounded even mean? I’m not referring to being sent to my room until I think about what I’ve done wrong. Or, maybe I am. The other day I received news that sent me straight to panic. It was unexpected. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t understand. If I’m being honest, it went the exact opposite way that I expected it to. I felt crazy. My heart was racing and my mind was in a panic. Everything inside of me screamed “No! This can’t be happening!” But, it was. There was not a single thing I could do about it and I felt so unsettled. My mind was playing a victim and my heart felt like it was ready to explode. I felt desperate, and beneath the desperation was fear. I tried to be in complete denial but physically my body was telling me something was very wrong. It was screaming WARNING, WARNING! I wanted to crawl out of my skin and escape the energy that was taking over. It was unpleasant and I needed to find a way out. I tried deep breathing, positive thinking, reading, working out and yet nothing seemed to help. I became a prisoner to the explosion that was going on inside of me.

Today, in yoga, Catie said something that finally clicked. She explained that we have these expectations. We spend time reaching and clinging to the way we think something should be. Wow, that is exactly what happened to me. Why couldn’t I just accept things the way they were? Why was I feeling toxically poisoned? I realized that while I was reaching for the outcome I wanted, I fell down. I leaned too far left and my feet completely lost their footing. Luckily enough, this week most of my classes were about becoming more grounded. Each day I felt stronger and calmer. The panic died down and the hope returned. It was the first time I ever truly understood what being grounded really meant. Note to self, next time you feel that way you will ground yourself literally. What a difference it makes. Today I stand on solid ground and whatever comes will be okay. I am strong and confident and as long as I am grounded, I feel safe.