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Last night's late night conversation:
Me: "So how's the new yoga studio?"
R: "Well, let me prepare you for what's in store [I will be visiting there soon]. We held a yoga training session for new teachers the other day and somebody left some sticky energy that didn't sit well with the owner."
Me: "Sticky energy?"
R: "Yes - negative energy. It was sticky, sexual energy. I was in charge of figuring out where it originated."
Me: "But you said earlier there were about 25 people in the CPR class earlier, how do you know it didn't come from there?"
R: "Oh, the owner could tell a difference between the energy after the CPR class and the conference. I had to call all the attendees to see how they were feeling before the session."
Me: "How long did that take?"
R: "Forever. We had to take some drastic measures to ensure it didn't spread." (Basically, putting symbols warding off bad energy under the door mat and entrance, under the mouse pad and CPU, putting all e-mails to and from attendees in a special folder as well as hard copy correspondence in a special box.)
Me: "So the e-mails spread negative energy . . . like spam?"
R: "Don't be silly. Well, we found out that one of the women attending had recently been to China and where she stayed, there was a grid of very bad energy that stayed with her on her trip back."
Me: "So it's not like spam? No, for real, I'm with you. Problem solved?"
R: "Oh, no, not yet. It will take a while for her to get her back in balance."
Me: "So . . . diet and yoga? I'm assuming adhering to detoxifying, an ayurvedic diet and restorative poses?"
R: "It's a start."
My friend, Rachel, came into town the other day and I've been toting her about in my dad's car which he's loaning to me while mine's getting fixed. (My insurance company finally came through and I should have my car back tomorrow. If I'm lucky. Which I'm so not.) We took a two hour vinyasa class last night which got to a rocky start because there was a bomb threat across the street from the school for the blind and all roads to the yoga studio except for the back alley were blocked. Still, about 15 people showed up so it was good attendance for what they expected would be a light week. The teacher, Shae, was so sweet. She told me I had beautiful lines, said my adho mukha svasana was very nice and complemented Rachel on how she could reach the full expression of all the poses. A lot of poses were to open up the heart and the hips which I needed. I've been having a little bit of a problem with my right hip lately and both she and Rachel discussed it for a while after class. Shae said I may be having some issues where I may feel I have no control. Rachel said the right side is the "masculine" side and asked about conflict. I thought it was because I ran hills in 21 degree weather the other day and didn't stretch enough afterwards but I'm sure stress from the accident and finals didn't help. Shae told me she thought I'd be fine - I smiled through the whole class.
Of course I smiled! I got to spend time with my "adopted" mommy and sister!
Rachel's mother unofficially adopted me a few years ago and she always calls me her daughter when we're out. There's really no words to do justice describing the connection I have with her so I'll leave it at that. Going to her house is my Christmas Eve tradition. It will be gastronomically a challenge this year to cook because Rachel said her pitta is out of balance so she shouldn't eat spicy food, garlic or onions or things with sour fruits. I was planning on bringing a couscous salad with pretty much everything she shouldn't eat in it. It took a while to figure out what I'll make but I decided on roasted brussel sprouts. It's simple but I think the flavor and texture will counter more of the richer, dense foods that I know will show up at this year's pot luck. Pair with some peppery wine and I'm set.
Rachel did dosha profile interview with me a couple of years ago. Most people are two (vata, pitta or kapha) and rarely are people all of one. She said I was all three. And that all three are out of whack. Figures.
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So the joke in the town where she lives is there are way more women then there are men and the men that are left are extremely slim pickings. She said there were two questions you have to ask a guy if he hits on you.
1) Do you own a car?
Not necessarily the most important thing to own in a place with good public transportation, but if the answer is yes, you HAVE to ask the following question.
2) Do you live in it?
If the answers are 1) Yes and 2) Yes, run away.
Okayyyyy. Not that I was looking but good to know. I'm glad I'm not yet to the point where I'll have to start living out of my car. But boy, that day could sure come fast if I keep on with the unexpected expenses.
In case I don't post again until after Tuesday, eat, drink and be merry everybody! It's X-mas!!
Me: "So how's the new yoga studio?"
R: "Well, let me prepare you for what's in store [I will be visiting there soon]. We held a yoga training session for new teachers the other day and somebody left some sticky energy that didn't sit well with the owner."
Me: "Sticky energy?"
R: "Yes - negative energy. It was sticky, sexual energy. I was in charge of figuring out where it originated."
Me: "But you said earlier there were about 25 people in the CPR class earlier, how do you know it didn't come from there?"
R: "Oh, the owner could tell a difference between the energy after the CPR class and the conference. I had to call all the attendees to see how they were feeling before the session."
Me: "How long did that take?"
R: "Forever. We had to take some drastic measures to ensure it didn't spread." (Basically, putting symbols warding off bad energy under the door mat and entrance, under the mouse pad and CPU, putting all e-mails to and from attendees in a special folder as well as hard copy correspondence in a special box.)
Me: "So the e-mails spread negative energy . . . like spam?"
R: "Don't be silly. Well, we found out that one of the women attending had recently been to China and where she stayed, there was a grid of very bad energy that stayed with her on her trip back."
Me: "So it's not like spam? No, for real, I'm with you. Problem solved?"
R: "Oh, no, not yet. It will take a while for her to get her back in balance."
Me: "So . . . diet and yoga? I'm assuming adhering to detoxifying, an ayurvedic diet and restorative poses?"
R: "It's a start."
My friend, Rachel, came into town the other day and I've been toting her about in my dad's car which he's loaning to me while mine's getting fixed. (My insurance company finally came through and I should have my car back tomorrow. If I'm lucky. Which I'm so not.) We took a two hour vinyasa class last night which got to a rocky start because there was a bomb threat across the street from the school for the blind and all roads to the yoga studio except for the back alley were blocked. Still, about 15 people showed up so it was good attendance for what they expected would be a light week. The teacher, Shae, was so sweet. She told me I had beautiful lines, said my adho mukha svasana was very nice and complemented Rachel on how she could reach the full expression of all the poses. A lot of poses were to open up the heart and the hips which I needed. I've been having a little bit of a problem with my right hip lately and both she and Rachel discussed it for a while after class. Shae said I may be having some issues where I may feel I have no control. Rachel said the right side is the "masculine" side and asked about conflict. I thought it was because I ran hills in 21 degree weather the other day and didn't stretch enough afterwards but I'm sure stress from the accident and finals didn't help. Shae told me she thought I'd be fine - I smiled through the whole class.
Of course I smiled! I got to spend time with my "adopted" mommy and sister!
Rachel's mother unofficially adopted me a few years ago and she always calls me her daughter when we're out. There's really no words to do justice describing the connection I have with her so I'll leave it at that. Going to her house is my Christmas Eve tradition. It will be gastronomically a challenge this year to cook because Rachel said her pitta is out of balance so she shouldn't eat spicy food, garlic or onions or things with sour fruits. I was planning on bringing a couscous salad with pretty much everything she shouldn't eat in it. It took a while to figure out what I'll make but I decided on roasted brussel sprouts. It's simple but I think the flavor and texture will counter more of the richer, dense foods that I know will show up at this year's pot luck. Pair with some peppery wine and I'm set.
Rachel did dosha profile interview with me a couple of years ago. Most people are two (vata, pitta or kapha) and rarely are people all of one. She said I was all three. And that all three are out of whack. Figures.
===============================
So the joke in the town where she lives is there are way more women then there are men and the men that are left are extremely slim pickings. She said there were two questions you have to ask a guy if he hits on you.
1) Do you own a car?
Not necessarily the most important thing to own in a place with good public transportation, but if the answer is yes, you HAVE to ask the following question.
2) Do you live in it?
If the answers are 1) Yes and 2) Yes, run away.
Okayyyyy. Not that I was looking but good to know. I'm glad I'm not yet to the point where I'll have to start living out of my car. But boy, that day could sure come fast if I keep on with the unexpected expenses.
In case I don't post again until after Tuesday, eat, drink and be merry everybody! It's X-mas!!