Yoga by the Dawn’s Surly Light

As I type this, I have begun my first day of the oil pulling that I wrote about last night.  I am using sesame oil rather than coconut oil, as I am out of the latter….and I am incorrectly doing it after breakfast, because I didn’t realize I would be having breakfast with my yoga group until I was already there.  Tomorrow, I will do it first thing before eating, but didn’t want to procrastinate about starting it.


I feel energized this morning…happy and good.  A new yoga studio opened about a block away from me to replace the one that closed there about a year ago.  I signed up for a one-time “a la carte” class because I have had so much work to do lately that I feel my muscles will soon begin to atrophy if I don’t get them stretched out properly, so I decided to try a Yin Yoga class.  I wanted to try it out before I committed to regular classes.

This type of yoga is a great way to start off a cool, rainy morning.  I walked there in the dark, and although I was soaked through to the bone by the time I arrived, I enjoyed a relaxed hour of floor postures that were held from three to five minutes at a time. I found that assuming the postures was easy enough.  I wasn’t in as bad a shape as I’d feared. However, at times, it could be quite challenging due to the length of time postures were held.

yoga hands

Afterward, I felt quite energetic and happy.  My body felt good.  Hung out and socialized a little bit over an East Indian breakfast of fresh fruit, raw almonds, a type of rice porridge and some marinaded coconut-curry tempeh.  Had a nice chat with the instructor who is, herself, East Indian, and enjoyed meeting a few new folks I’d not yet met from the hood.  Breakfast is not the norm there.  This was some kind of pre-dawn grand opening occasion.

Gee, it’s only 7:10 a.m. as I write this, and I feel like I’ve already put in a full day.   Took Beatrix for a walk when I got back, but frankly, it was a little scary doing so in the dark.  Next time, I’ll walk her on well-lit Division street if I walk her before daylight.  She enjoyed it more than I did.  Still raining out.

dark skies

(Ok….this oil pulling is getting annoying already.  I am feeling impatient with it, but I will keep going for the full 20 minutes…)

Today, I have to write two articles for a client and work on two papers for my Leadership class.  When I get those in shape, I have to prepare 4 discussion questions for both classes, which are papers, in and of themselves.  Then, I will attempt to struggle with my statistics homework.  These last few weeks, I’ve not finished my stat problem sets until the last minute as I put them off as long as I can.  They are so hard!!  I feel I have learned the SPSS software and how to manipulate it.  It is the data analysis and interpretation written in APA format that slays me.  Ah, well.  I just have to finish up this week and next week and then I can kiss statistics goodbye permanently, I hope.  The new term begins mid-November, and I don’t think my testing and assessment class will have any stat.  If it does, I will be sorely disappointed!

Ah, but before I begin any of that, I have to clean out the refrigerator to get ready for this morning’s organic veg delivery.  The delivery guy is a Cherokee with shiny black hair down to his waist.  One of these days, when I have time, I want to photograph him.  Very interesting looking person.  Good photography subject.

Anyway…That’s all the news there is to tell this morning.  Nose to the grindstone.  Have a good one!



After midnight….


When the clock strikes 12 tonight, I will be entering a new decade.  Gifts began arriving two days ago.   Tonight, I am thinking of my mother, in labor, all those years ago.  She is a very sweet woman.  She always said it was a difficult labor, however, and  that the nurses popped popcorn in the lounge, and that she hated the smell of that.  I long to be with Mom tonight, miles and miles away from me, and Dad, too.  I wish I could celebrate this birthday with them.  I almost got to do it, but my school work prevented that.

I have plans for breakfast with a friend in the morning, then dinner with my daughter later and a “big surprise” after that….whatever that means, and my husband promises we will have yet another surprise when he returns on the 22nd, and another is winging its way to me as I write this.   Truth be told, I don’t feel much like celebrating.  I have a lot of work to do, both for grad school and for my job.  Birthdays are just another day of the week for me now.  The celebrations will be more for those people that love me, rather than for just me.  Next year, I am going to book a reservation at a yoga retreat.  I have grown to love my solitude.  The silence.  I like being alone.   I am happy.

Happy birthday to me.