“It’s not just about ‘point A and then point B’” she said, “it’s also about the journey from point A to point B.”
My yoga teacher was trying to get us to move from warrior 2 into half moon pose without pushing off our back foot. It’s actually pretty hard to get there without pushing off, but i think her point was to just pay attention to the transition, the journey, between the two poses.
Since we haven’t had a car for our entire time in Seattle, I find that I am constantly aware of transitions. When it takes 20 minutes to walk to the supermarket with a toddler, there’s no such thing as pushing off from point A to point B. If I don’t relish the journey (AKA stopping at every rose, every kitty cat, every interesting rock) then I’d be spending a lot of time stressing out.
Now that the rain has arrived in full force, we have decided to get a car. What would usually be a meandering 20 minutes each way to the supermarket will now be a 2 minute drive in the rain.
So I will try to pay attention to the adorable conversations Mika and I are starting to have. (“Owie mama!” “Oh, what happened my love?” “I hurt my finger” “Oh no!” “It’s ok mama, it happens”)
I will try to pay attention to the glorious colors that surround us right now as the leaves turn from green to bright orange, yellow and red. The transition from summer into fall is my favourite transition of them all.
Almost one year ago, stopping to enjoy the journey in a pile of leaves.
today you are two and a half (officially) and according to the theory that two and a half year olds are half of their adult height, we can now predict that you will be taller than both of us. you are 90 cms right now which means you will be nearly 5’11! so perfect.
today we had a conversation that went like this:
“mami, i’m going away”
where are you going?
“to the mountains”
to the mountains!? why?
haha, it is the funniest thing to hear you repeat our words back to us. Lately it has been “because!” with a cheeky smile and a little shoulder shrug. and then after i sort of laughed and smiled, you obviously weren’t done with the conversation:
“mami open the door por favor”
“because i’m going to the mountains!”
you’ve become the house translator. it’s incredible. your papi was in the other room and i was with you. you asked me what papi was doing and so i called out to ask him and he replied (in spanish) that he was getting changed. i relayed to you (in english) that he was getting ready (for work) and you quickly corrected me “no mami, he’s getting changed.” which pretty much blew my mind.
oh yeah, for some weird reason we decided to put you into a big girl bed. and it’s totally awesome. you love it and we love it cause we can lie down and cuddle you in the mornings and if you need us in the night and generally it’s just pretty cool. no big deal.
also you are now wearing undies when we go out and it’s no big deal. we never even potty trained you, you just know what to do and you do it like it ain’t no thing. which is so freaking awesome cause i was so not ready for the whole potty training thing and it’s like you just knew that you would need to take this into your own hands or you’d be in nappies at 5. the weird thing though, is that you still ask for a nappy so you can poop. when we put the nappy on, you literally just get up and walk to a corner, poop in your nappy and then come back and say ‘change me please!’ so we just have to figure out what to do about that.
you have pretty much stopped eating everything. what’s that about?
we have switched your rice milk to oat milk after reading some scary reports about arsenic. man oh man.
you love to run. you love to be chased. you love to dance. you love to sing. you love playdough. you love anything that makes a really big mess. you love your friends so much (most talked about at present are francesca, cecilia and stephanie!) and i’m sure if we bought a cat it would be the greatest moment in your life.
you have so much energy and you bring so much happiness and you drive us so crazy and we love you with more love than we ever knew possible.
all my love baby girl,
“The biggest problem for humanity, not only on a global level, but even for individuals, is misunderstanding.”
I tried to turn this into a mantra of sorts yesterday as I got off the phone with my landlord. Let me just give you some background to my landlord: my landlord is an asshole.
We’ve been waiting for more than 2 months for our sink to get fixed, and yesterday after being unable to drain our sink for 24 hours, the plumber showed up 2 hours (and 2 months) late. He replaced our faucet and told me that i’d need to call someone else to get the drain fixed. He gave me the name of the company to call (‘i can’t find them on the internet’ ‘oh, i think he uses a much smaller independant company perhaps?’ ‘of course he does’) and after finding a number, it turned out they were closed for the day and so the next available time wouldn’t be until the next morning.
As this is the second time our drain has blocked in the past year, our plumber asked what we put down the insinkerator. ‘Just food scraps’ i told him, ‘and coffee grinds’. ‘Definitely no coffee grinds’ he responded, and i heard my dad’s voice all through my childhood ringing in my ears. ‘Really?’ i asked. ‘Really.’ he replied, ‘just don’t put anything down there.’ BUT I THOUGHT THAT’S WHAT THE CREEPY THINGS WERE FOR? I’d never liked them (having never owned one) but when we moved in, our landlord specified ‘only organic waste in the insinkerator’ and so i guess i sorta just got used to it.
Then our landlord called. ‘I’ve never had so much trouble with a sink, what are you putting down there? I’ll foot the bill this time, but next time we’ll need to have a talk.’ I told him what i’d told the plumber, ‘just food stuff’ I told him. ‘But don’t put your chicken bones down there’ he said. ‘We don’t eat meat.’ ‘And don’t put corn cobs or avocado pits down there.’ ‘We’re not idiots.’ ‘Ok, just don’t put anything down there, cause next time you’ll have to foot the bill.’ My heart was racing a little and i wanted to yell into the phone ‘YOU TOLD US TO PUT ORGANIC FOOD WASTE IN THERE SO THAT’S WHAT WE DID!!’ but i didn’t. I told him i wouldn’t put anything down there anymore and he said ‘that’s what i want to hear’. And i took a deep breathe.
So naturally once i was off the phone I googled it and discovered that whilst we aren’t putting chicken bones or fruit stones down our sink, we HAVE been putting things that are on The List of Things you Shouldn’t Put Down your Insinkerator. The major ones being ‘potato skins’ and ‘coffee grinds’.
Guys, is this common knowledge? Cause if it is, I’ve had my head in a hole. I also guess I should have paid more attention to my general dislike of the insinkerator in the first place (so…we just push it down our drain? where does it go? duh..) and made a better effort to compost (guilty).
So here we are. My sink is fixed, I’m totally wiser (adding ‘won’t fuck up your insinkerator’ to my résumé) and I completely acknowledge that my landlord objectively is not an asshole and my reaction to the event is entirely a reflection on me. Heh, i guess there’s always work to be done.
Last week we recieved some clothes in the mail from Matilda Jane Clothing and I came home from yoga to find miss M wearing ALL the items at once. She didn’t want to take them off! So the next morning we put her in one of the dresses and headed out for our usual weekend trip to the truck park and community garden. I snapped some pictures of her adventures in the Turtledove Knot Top and I’m sure you’ll see the rest of the clothes in some pictures to come. These clothes are the absolute sweetest – so much personality and such good quality (just like M).
Matilda Jane have kindly given us a $50 voucher to give away to one of you – so if you’d love some gorgeous free clothes (they have adult clothes too!) just leave a comment below (and maybe tell me what you’d buy!) and I’ll pick a winner next week!
UPDATE: random.org picked comment number 4! Congratulations Paloma! I hope Sophie enjoys her new outfit!
The world can be busy and full and overwhelming and it can be easy to lose sight of who I am. I can get caught up in work, in eating and drinking, in moving here and there, in rushing, in shopping, in driving. I can turn to autopilot and one day look in the mirror and wonder ‘who is that?’
To me, yoga is about turning off autopilot and opening my eyes. Yoga is a daily practice in saying ‘hello’ to myself. Yoga is a conversation, a relationship between my body and mind which is mediated or connected by my breath. Like all relationships, it practices understanding, honesty, love and forgiveness. One doesn’t try to control the other, it just lets it be, without judgement.
I practice asanas (or postures) on the mat to better understand my body and to allow my mind a chance to practice acceptance and love and sometimes a chance to rest. Off my mat, my mind can be overactive and I use my breath to connect it back to my body and find balance.
This practice is a lifelong journey. To me, yoga is about choosing to be awake, choosing to live fully, the best I can and in each moment and continuing to breathe. Because as long as I am breathing, there can always be yoga.