• Beth Does Yoga sortof

    One-Legged downward facing dog

    I’m a shadow of my former self is my first thought. I correct myself. No, Beth. You’ve never been graceful, subtle or smoothly moving. You are more of a lumbering sort, moving in a slow, heavy awkward way.

    Class members are in an Eagle pose. Instead

    of looking like the king of the birds, I have my hand reaching out to the beam support to keep my posture upright and my foot touching the ground, so I won’t fall over. Even with that help I am in danger of tipping.

    Balance and Flex Together at the YMCA incorporates Yoga, Pilates and athletic training for balance, mobility, flexibility and core.

    Sunday morning and I’m here with a mix of men and women. By the end of class, many will wonder why I’m here. I’m doing them a service as it will become clear that I’m the worst in the class.

    My goal is to make it 55 minutes to the end part where we lay on our mat and meditate.

    The class moves to a lotus pose. I stretch my legs straight. I’m not able to sit cross-legged due to my inflexibility. Class members don’t know that I’ve have had both of my knees replaced. The only hint is my yoga pants with Twin City Orthopedics stitched to the front. Who knew that you would get swag with a knee replacement?

    Maybe class members think that I just don’t like following directions. That’s true too. But, once on the floor it will take me some time to figure how to get back up and it will not be graceful.

    The class moves to a cat pose. Since this entails being on your knees, I move to the dolphin plank pose instead. Fluidly the group shifts from one pose to another. I alternate between the plank and downward-facing dog. Eventually, the class will meet me there.

    I’m a lesson to others that they don’t have to follow along with the instructor and that they can make this class into anything they want. Indeed, it will at times look like I’m in a totally different class than them.

    I’m also an example of how not to be embarrassed but a demonstration of positive thinking that anyone can strive to develop harmony in the body and mind.

    On Monday, I will take my lumbering self to a Pilates reformer class. Overall strength, flexibility, coordination and balance are my goals. As well as not hurting myself.

    Gracefulness is not on the list.

     

    2 responses to “Beth Does Yoga sortof”

    1. Eliza Waters Avatar

      They say 90% is showing up! 😉

    2. bbachel Avatar
      bbachel

      I’ve been intending to return to yoga for the past 18 months. Still haven’t made it despite getting a weekly reminder for the Monday night class I’d like to attend. I keep thinking I first need to reclaim some flexibility. TY for showing me that there’s another (better?) way: to show up and “sortof” yoga.

  • Still Winter (Don’t Read This Cranky Blog)

    Let’s see. It’s still winter. I’m done with it, but it’s not done with us. No use complaining (but that’s not stopping me). Weather isn’t personal. The same rain/snow/slush falls on all of us. The same ice clumps chunk off our tires. We drive the same roads that are scabby with ice or as slippery as Crisco.

    Impeachment rages on and on. We know how this will end but the players must follow the script anyway.

    No wonder I obsess about clay. I revel in the small personal thrill of throwing porcelain for the first time in years. Voilà! A small vessel I hope to make into an old-fashioned perfume bottle. Not to hold perfume. Just because I like the idea of them.

    Maybe I’ll make stoneware wine goblets next. The sturdy kind without stems. Or stoneware tumblers for iced tea and mojitos with fresh mint. Mint that I’ll pinch from a plant in next summer’s garden.

    Why not stoneware flower pots? That’s genius! When I’m not a potter, I’m a gardener. I could bring together two of my passions.

    What about platters and bowls with sayings? Hmmm. I hate art that exhorts me to Live! Love! Laugh! Shut up, I think, even though I do want to live, love, and laugh. Isn’t stamping Ellen-isms into clay at odds with that? Too bad. I’m doing it.

     

    I’ve been holed up in the pottery studio with my potter’s wheel spinning fast. It corkscrews my focus tighter and tighter until all I see is the lump of clay that I’m forcing to be centered. Even though it resists, throwing off stray blobs and splashes of watery clay.

    Hours pass. My back and shoulders ache.

    Weeks pass.

    Now when I leave the studio at 5:15, it’s light out. The big wheel of the seasons is also turning. Slowly, slowly, but turning. Bringing me back to center.

     

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    9 responses to “Still Winter (Don’t Read This Cranky Blog)”

    1. Karen Martha Avatar

      The last couple of weeks have been quite “balmy” and I’ve been waiting for the other winter shoe to drop. But in the meanwhile, looks like you’ve found a great way to ignore the weather. Go for it!

    2. Susanne Avatar

      What a great post! Loved the image of time passing as you spin the potter’s wheel. Gorgeous. And yay to longer days! I feel my spirits lifting as the days grow longer, too.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar
    3. Ann Coleman Avatar

      Winter can get us down, and it doesn’t hurt to complain about it now and then! Keep up the good work at the pottery wheel, that seems to help!

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Thanks for reading my cranky blog despite the warning!

    4. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Loved this stream of thoughts, Ellen. Winter does wear us down, doesn’t it? Marvelous that you are working the blues away in your studio. Loved the Ellenism on the saucer. You could sell those on Etsy!

    5. bbachel Avatar

      Yesterday’s Strib reported that we just experienced the cloudiest / gloomiest January in decades so your reminder that our days are getting longer arrived at just the right time to brighten my mood.

  • When Your Kids’ Bucket List Becomes Yours

    Nihongo wa hanasemasen (I don’t speak Japanese).

    Japan was not on my bucket list. It wasn’t a longing. If someone would have said to me, “Are you ever going to travel to Japan?” I probably would have responded with, “Why would I do that?”

    Now that plane tickets have been purchased and dates marked off our calendar, Juan and Crystel argue about who brought up the idea of traveling to Japan first.

    Regardless of who did, Crystel gets the credit for selling the idea. She used a PowerPoint presentation to further promote her position. Crystel titled her demo, “What to Do on Our Japan Trip,” as if we had already bought the goods. She meticulously moved through each of her 29 slides, and many had links for further description. Such as, the pros and cons of staying in a Capsule hotel, hostel, or Ryokan. She could be a tour guide, I thought, as she described how she separated Japan into four destinations: city side, country side, Juan’s animé side, and beach side.

    Japan is an island country that is seventy percent mountainous. Mountains and valleys split the land. It was her photos of Japan’s stunning coastal scenery and untouched countryside landscapes that began to sway me. She was easily making Japan an attractive destination. A hankering began to flicker.

    It wasn’t long before Crystel and I were on the couch, side by side, researching the ‘Land of the Rising Sun’. She would plan our day to day activities, and I would secure the lodgings. You might think that I would be scared about letting a teen plan our pursuits. I admit to some trepidation. My unease fell away after I saw her ensuing PowerPoint presentation: an itinerary for Tokyo, Mount Fuji, and Gero. She had our schedule mapped from place to place. Each locale more beautiful than the last. She even planned an alternate choice for Jody and me while she and Juan visited Akihabara, the center of gaming, manga and animé culture in Tokyo.

    Our three-week trip to Japan will close with seven days in the tiny fishing village of Asobi on the Tango peninsula. The peninsula is located on the Japan sea coast, allowing us to take day trips to Kyoto and the surrounding area. Crystel will enjoy planning trips to beaches, hot springs, and Kyoto. I’ve already downloaded the paperwork for an international driver’s license as Tango is most easily explored by car.

    Crystel said she wanted to visit Japan because of the culture, Juan because of animé, and Jody because she didn’t want to be left at home. That’s not the all of it, she enjoys adventure as I do, and I stack them up when I plan our exploits. Now we have a daughter who is eager to explore as well.

    Traveling together, enjoying new experiences together, that’s the best kind of bucket list.

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    5 responses to “When Your Kids’ Bucket List Becomes Yours”

    1. Eliza Waters Avatar

      So wonderful that you are all going on this amazing adventure. It will be a bonding memory like no other. I hope you post some of your tour so we armchair travelers can vicariously enjoy as well.

      1. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
        Elizabeth di Grazia

        Thanks, Eliza. I may post from Japan! We are so looking forward to this family trip.

    2. bbachel Avatar

      A delight to get more details re: your upcoming trip. I will be living vicariously so please post more about your travels when the time is right.

      1. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
        Elizabeth di Grazia

        Definitely, Bev. Lots of material there. Adventures abound!


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