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that’s my bracelet – Leaves and green tourmaline – on the right side:
I mean around this blog.
I started up here mainly to record the 101 days of Bikram. The joy, the tears, the passion, the pain…well you’ve been reading along so you already know. I wanted a record that wasn’t just in my memory banks. And blogging seems well, so mainstream these days.
I am AMAZED at the blogs out there…everything you could ever think of has a blog. And every blog is as different as we are people. It’s kind of crazy, this public profile we put out there for all to read. I could spend days lost in cyberspace blog land. I have to be careful of being led down that rabbit hole, however…I am easily distracted by fun stuff and OOOHHH shiny things. Especially if they are within a keystroke reach.
So, my secondary motive for creating this blog was to actually see if I could do it. To see if you would read, comment, and maybe follow along with me on this journey we call life. I wasn’t expecting much – the 101’ers perhaps to check in since we are linked on the home page. Others, however have stopped by, commented and I am grateful for that. I have also been amazed at what touches people – what gathers comments and what doesn’t (you know when I think I’m being brilliant, perhaps not so much, haha).
In that weird cyber-space way, blogs create community. I see it on other blogs, especially when we allow our personality to shine out of the blog…when we, blog writer, are putting ourself out there for all to see whatever is on our mind and in our heart. The connection goes beyond, sometimes meeting the face behind the post in person. And, I have heard, the connection is still there.
I have been enjoying the blogging, more than I thought I would. But, hey, I’m Gemini and I’ve got “communicator” in my blood and I am at least in part a closet writer. (I tried to throw myself into a writing career, but it didn’t take…I still like to write, obviously).
So, the blog will indeed continue. You will continue to see posts on yoga and you will see posts on other areas of my life. Most notably, my business. Besides a yoga teacher, I am a jewellery artisan. I make and sell silver jewellery. Over the next few weeks, I’ll introduce you to my business in a more formal way, including pics. For now, you can go here and check it out.
I promise not to bore you by pushing my wares on you. I promise to strive to be entertaining, insightful and fun by writing about things that matter – i.e. LIFE.
I hope you will stay tuned.
PS: I’m still learning all the blog functions and having fun trying to figure it all out, so if things pop up, disappear, change colour, it’s just me playing around until I get the right feel. 🙂
What do you do when the past comes crashing forward on your present? Do you wish you were back “there and then” – like highschool (not in a million years!)? Do dig out all your old photos and reminisce? Do you cry, yell, laugh?
The past, well I cannot change it. I can relish it, even embellish it. I can snuggle in the warm cozy feelings and ignore any part that was unpleasant. You see, the year I spent away was life, magnified. Because it was a different culture, a different land, a different language, family, everything. Although it was not all rainbows and sunshine, every single moment was part of the adventure. It was all new.
How to harness that feeling, that outlook, where everything is new, everything is an adventure. Because it is. We seek out sameness; we feel safe when there is no change, nothing to rock the boat. And yet with that steady sameness comes boredom, a musty, attic-like feeling – closing in on ourselves.
Time to open the curtains and windows to sunlight and fresh air – dust the attic. See things, events with new eyes. In a very real way, this wave of the past has brought me into the now.
Now is what is important – for if I am to look back fondly on now, I need to make it count, to make it real.
To make it mine.
This is from an email I received this week. It is from someone who I haven’t seen or talked to for 29 years. She is from Iceland and has been searching for me. We spent a year in Norway in 1980-81 as exchange students. She is trying to organize a reunion for us – 30 years next year since we left each other, teens on the step of adulthood, going our separate ways after an amazing year in a different culture and land.
At almost the exact same time, I got another email forwarded saying that someone else was trying to find me. Another exchange student was on the hunt!
All of this has brought that year rushing back to me:
- Heia Norge
- My host family: Eva, Ole, Kjell, Halvor (and Anne) and Borghild
- The farm and community where I lived – a small place northeast of Oslo (the capital)
- Going to school in the dark and coming home in the dark
- Brun ost (a type of cheese – literally “brown cheese” but much more tasty than that would suggest)
- the other exchange students: Suzanne, Jo, Tony B, Tony M (who has passed away), Jim, Dilla, Greg, Linda, Guido…oh and all the others.
- Norwegian sweaters
too much roaming around in my head!
It is very interesting how technology can put you in touch so easily, across time, across borders and oceans. Back in the day, when we left Norway, we were all given a contact sheet with everyone’s address and phone number. No email, Facebook, blogs – of course. So we wrote letters and tried to stay in touch, some more successfully than others. We were after all 17, 18 years old. As you age, things change, interests change, your focus shifts.
I have been a bit of a rolling stone…I have moved several times – to and from University, around the province for jobs, moving every 2,3 or 5 years. Not really anchoring myself to place until now. Here I have moved twice – most recently a year ago. But I have been here 11 years. And I am impressed that I have been found…my last name is Smith…not the easiest one to search, and even with a relatively different first name, the search can turn up several folks. (I was recently contacted by someone on Facebook with the same name trying to get us all with the same name to be friends). As well, I am using my full name now, whereas growing up, I used the nickname that my family called me.
So, I am super happy and surprised to have this new / old “family” return to my life. It will be exciting and interesting to catch up. I am sure we have all had very different and amazing lives.
Like Dilla said: It maked my day!
Focus: concentration of attention
There are times when I catch myself being ultra-focussed – in an all too serious way. Business like, no room for fun or spontaneity. Part personality, part learned through my working life, I must remember to let this go. To soften, to surprise myself with fun. Go there…
Today was a beautiful day here. Instead of nose to grindstone, I took myself out for a walk. Down to the harbour, sun was out, it was warm. I used my new phone to take a picture so I could show you what a walk of 6 blocks can give me for a vista. Do you think I can figure out how to upload it from the phone? Nope…so, close your eyes and visualize: sunny day, about 11C (53F???), no wind. I walk six city blocks west to the harbour. Sun and warmth are captured by the buildings in the downtown. Ahhh. Once at the foot of my street, I lean on a railing and look out. I can see boats moored at the dock, sail and pleasure craft. The harbour here is closed in, so I can see ocean, but not the open sea; it is around the corner to the left. The buildings on the shore are fairly low-rise. It kind of reminds me of Europe. Sky is blue, with puffy white clouds. People are smiling. Kayakers are out on the water.
I had to get out today. Outside is important to me, and yet I don’t take the opportunity to go out as much as I would like -NO – need. Contact with nature is vital to living a vibrant life. Sometimes I get stuck in narrow focus: work, yoga, yoga, work. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy (and me a dull girl).
It is as good to expand on the outside, as it is on the inside through the yoga. For me it needs to be hand-in-hand…a broadening, an opening, encompassing. The more I focus on the inside – looking and listening for that internal guidance – the more I can be fresh, open, willing on the outside.
Letting in the light.
(Yes, I did go to yoga today too.)