The woodpeckers are the true owners of this property and structure, and they make this fact clear on a daily basis. I try to respect them as my landlords, for they are clearly the lords of my land. This colony flies between three trees, one a totem that I created, as the tree was dead and needed to come down. My reasoning for this was strictly practical as these fiends peck on my wooden palace. They seem to mistake my home for a tree, boring holes to stuff with acorns from the many oaks that populate this property. After re-installing two sides of the house, stapling ribbons to the exterior, and listening to the jolt of the maddening pecks on the house, I am giving in and giving this land and house back to them. They win, as I begin to think about packing and as I cleave to nature, practicing non-harming in the Buddhist tradition.
Thoughts on preventing weight gain
When I was a teen, I could have eaten anything and not gained weight. I loved food. I could eat seven to eight pieces of pizza in just one sitting (I read that now and feel sick to my stomach). But 15 years ago, food + me = best friends. This is usually how it is for most teens. But once I hit about 21, my metabolism shifted. I couldn't just eat anything I wanted anymore. I was less active than in my teens, so I wasn't burning the calories. And slowly but surely, I gained 10 pounds. I wasn't upset by those 10 pounds—they were just there. But after I got married and realizing I had sub-par cooking skills, the pounds continued to pack on. I was one year into marriage and 10 pounds heavier.
I look around at Village Yoga and see fewer familiar faces, proportionately, as the room fills with new ones. I guess yoga is catching on. Most studios I frequent are filled, and I have many theories why this may be happening … Mostly I think that people have more time, with less work ... and are opting to “exercise,” with the added feature of an emerging connection to the self, or Self. Yoga is a meditation and through this meditation a connection emerges.
That line from David Foster Wallace hits me, especially as I rise at my preferred time of 5:00AM for meditation with the intent of feeling my spirit and essence before all others rise. There generally seems to be a truth to my thoughts at this time. The habit began when my children were small and I just needed some silence for thinking and planning before jumping into my day.
What is the soul? As I child, I had an image of the soul as a wrapped heart with wings, flying in the sky. Trying to capture this flying heart has been my task, in this lifetime. What is meditation? After a bit of research and lots of experience, I have come up with my own definition. Meditation is sitting still and trying calm the race of the brain. I search for that wise truthful part of me … the one who knows the real answers to the questions. With the calmness comes the truth of that flying heart that I capture for a few moments. I emerge with a base of strength and might, and leap into the day.
Winter rain and snow is welcome during a drought, and this year, it also has contributed to an explosion of wildflowers and tree blooms—wonderful to look at, but a little hard on the pollen-sensitive. If you are welcoming the spring colors through itchy eyes and a runny nose, this article is for you.
The number of people with allergies is on the rise in Western Countries, perhaps, believe it or not, because we are “too clean”. In fact, studies have shown that children exposed to dogs, cats and other animals when they are young are less likely to become allergic to them than children who are not exposed. Coming into contact with normal bacteria, animals, and dirt—the traditional exposures that all humans in agrarian societies have had, actually helps our immune systems to develop in a balanced way. Living in an “anti-bacterial” society may cause the immune system to be “over-zealous” against non-threatening exposures, such as animals, pollen, dust mites, or mold. What’s the take-home message here? Avoid anti-bacterial soaps and hand gels—regular soap works just well to clean one’s hands. And don’t worry too much about your children rolling around with the dog and eating dirt.
Surrounded by air and birds and pecks and cockle-dos, I am bursting green as the new energy thrusts itself and there is no return to the dormant days of winter. “You can feel it in the air,” they say.
My favorite day of the year is the day the clocks change and the promise of light overcoming darkness is real. I pay little attention to that dark January day marking the end of plastic holiday frenzy. I prefer, karmastyle, to mark the New Year on that surprising Sunday, off kilter from the start with a new time and fresh light. Such a sudden change, it seems … a reminder of the power of light to change our earth … and us.
For 2010 the official Karmastyle New Year’s Day was March 14th and I am emerging in this new light of my home.
When the Vet’s Hall closed in January, the yoga world scattered and teachers booked classes all over town. It was a slight inconvenience but I made it to a lot of classes and discovered some studios I hadn’t known. Out of this inconvenience a new studio, yet unnamed, has been born. Just off Ocean Street, on 215 Washburn, Gina Marinelli has reborn her garage into a yoga studio, primarily to house Michael McEvoy’s generally loyal students. The floor is soft bamboo. Hooks with ropes line the side of the studio for stretching that feels like heaven, usually. There is no website yet, but you can check out Michael’s (www.pranichathayoga.com) for his schedule. Others may rent the space for yoga or other creative endeavors.