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I have no title for this post. I'm feeling rather uncreative this morning. I haven't posted in a while so here are the highlights:

The house is finally in a semi-livable condition. The kitchen has been scrubbed numerous times. The a/c has been repaired. The bathrooms have been cleaned (the kids bathroom has been hosed down TWICE and I still think I smell a funny smell). Most of the boxes have been empty and carted away by the trash men. BF has decided we needed a bigger tv. Um, yeah. We even put up some flowers and plants in the side yard. Two tomatoe plants, herbs and some annuals. We managed to revive the sad looking hydrangea bush. Our plan is to transplant the hostas that were planted seemingly randomly all over the side yard into a row growing next to the driveway. This weekend we will go pick up a patio set that we found that wasn't too terribly expensive, and I will buy BF his new grill for his birthday. Still lots of painting to do and the carpet hasn't been cleaned. Grrrr.

Practice notes:

I did manage to practice today in my YOGA ROOM. It's not at all set up yet, all of my buddhas and icons are still packed away in a box, there are spare yoga mats tossed about, nothing on the walls. But I did get in a good hour this morning, including a short and very sloppy headstand. I have something going on in my left hamstring still. It mostly hurts when I'm sitting in a chair. The pain is like a dull, annoying ache under my bumcheek. Standing forward bends seem to aggravate it too, so I've been doing them very gently. I certainly don't want to make it worse, I've read too many stories about people blowing out their hamstrings and not being able to practice for 4 months, 6 months or more.

Special pazzles out to Anna today.

Back to the grind

Of daily practice, that is. I have no more excuses now. This morning I woke up at 5:15, went downstairs and lounged on the couch until about 6:45 then went back upstairs and got back into bed for another 20 minutes or so. So, now that I'm going back to bed at the right time (between 8:30 and 9), I can get up at 5:15 and practice. By myself. :(

I really did a number on my back this weekend at my Saturday vinyasa class. It's a good thing Sunday was a moon day because I could still barely walk on Sunday morning.

So I'm trying to finish 'What Are You Hungry For?'. And I came across this passage:

"By nurturing and asserting your own internal standard of beauty, you can honestly express the beauty of who you are, not who you wish you were."

This ties in with Cody's post for today. Perhaps if I could be more 'in the moment' (with myself?), I could stop comparing myself to, say, Scarlett Johanssen (or whoever, just an example). OR stop comparing myself to, say, me a year ago. Or five years ago. Or ten years ago. How about Be Here Now, as the book says? Can I just Be Here Now? Can I Eat Here Now? Practice Here Now?

I still want a Fuck Yoga shirt.