SUNDAY NEW BLOG TIMES

Hong Kong, China, from the air

White Indian Housewife confused about Meditation

A pondering yogi guide to Tratak - stare at that candle, and get those benefits

Thank you @Yoga for NY ...  no further licensing required for teachers in NY -pending final decision- due to their efforts!

100 Incredible pictures taken from airplane windows

Woof or Om? Picture of the Doga contest winner.

Ninnie, a yoga teacher from Malasya drew a cool google doodle,  here you can even see how she drew it, frame by frame (I found it via an article at Yogadork)

And this article had a lot of people thinking that motivational speaking should sometimes be in the negative form: It's Your Fault

And here is last Sunday's New Blog Times!

Spring And an Attempt at Dropping from Head Stand - Pretty Fail

UPDATE: I meant Hand Stand, not head stand, thanks V for pointing that out...

Will Blogger let me keep it if the post is pretty?

Blues and purples bleeding from the mat and into the nails

A path showered in pink from the Cherry blossoms

oh stop it! you did not!

Love this bench, it is so romantic

tulips

Uttitha Hasta by the Hudson, how could you not?

And the living is easy, the yoga practice is another thing

Trying to see if I will ever dare to start thinking about wondering if I will ever go about a drop from a headstand. I.e.: much a do about nothing.  Funny that as a kid I did not really much care for it, and it was easyyyyy

Looks Like It's My Fault

I chased that guy on my first trip to India even though he told me he did not want a relationship and I knew full well how the story would end.  With me in tears.  I then wondered why I was so hurt when I got back home.  How come the fantasy as I had programmed it did not happen?

I also signed on that mortgage that promised me the American Dream, I bought into it, and my signature is still in it although the house is long gone and means nothing. I did it.  I chose not to do due-diligence and realize that snow and Fall leaves come down in New Jersey, big time, or that roofs leak, driveways get holes in them and that I was about to be left with no money for food after paying all the interest to the bank in the name of “owning a piece of land” and reassuring myself that I was a woman of substance.

James latest post resonates with me deeply.  I have tried to blame others for how thighs went in my life so many times, I probably cannot fit them on a post.  Here is an excerpt:

"You did listen to him...

It’s your fault.

She did cheat on you. He did lie to your face. She did never call you back. They never were going to refinance your house.

it’s your fault...

“Here’s the advice I have for my ex, Sarah”, my friend was about to tell me. Sarah was dumping him. Or he was dumping her. I couldn’t even pretend to be interested and he knows who he is as he reads this. He wanted to tell me his advice for her.

“I don’t care,” I said. “Your advice is going to make no sense and no matter what she did, you deserve whatever it is you got, I assume you had a horrible weekend with her where you guys broke hearts, and one person cried on the floor, and you both scratched each other, and remembered three good moments from years ago, and fought, and screamed, and tore, and police were called on. I don’t care what she did. You’re no good for her and its your fault.”..."

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Taking responsibility for my own actions has been and continues to be the most challenging aspect of life.  It is an everyday conversation, a constant game of “coming clean”, being really honest with myself. See the full post here

My Present Drug Addict Days / Vicodin - Percocet

It all started with the root canal two Thursdays ago. Had to be done, it had been left too long.  The dentist said that there was a juncture of nerves at the bottom of my tooth, or molar, and he had to punch and punctuate for an hour and half till the whole thing came out.  As a result, enter into my life: Vicodin- the pain killer.

Vicodin - I only took half

I had heard stories about Vicodin at the law firm where I used to work.  Someone who liked writing and poetry and jazz told me that it was a fantastic high, that we should try it sometime.   Such an opportunity was within my reach now, so I took it as soon as the pain started to peak out from the anesthesia.

Within a few minutes I HAD to clean the basement, and we don't even have a basement, so I had to clean the kitchen, but not just clean. No. It was more like I had to go through the lines of the tiles and make sure there were no extra little grains of sugar or bits of coffee, or anything.  Each square inch had to be sparkling clean.  

I could not sleep because I had to get everything done, and then when I finally sat down for 10 minutes or so I went into a coma, meaning I could not move, at all.

It really was not working for me. That was definitely a lot of cleaning to end up with a dirty house.  And the pain continued.

Percocet.  Nothing really matters much

At that time James had his own surgery so I tried what he had, liked it, called my dentist, and he prescribed. Yet another drug: Percocet. 

Did you know that this is man-made heroine? 

I'll tell you about Percocet.  Suddenly all was good with the world, pain was gone, meditations were, well, sleepy, but who was worried? the green looked greener, the flowers were blossoming and the pinks were just so sharp, I had to look at them. I could also sleep and in general all was just right in the world.

Today, two and a something weeks later the pain is finally gone and so I am totally off from any pain killers and Advil (which I took throughout).  

Withdrawal

You could say I am in withdrawal. 

Reading the Guruji Book did not help either cause I was getting all these images of all these young people loving the practice, doing it twice a day, and I felt like I was not pushing enough in my own.

So today I went all out.  I did primary with full intention, all jump through, all jump backs, as much as I could stay in paschimottanasana, headstands, kurmasana.  By the end of it I noticed I had been on the mat for over 3 hours.   You do crazy things you become crazy, said Sharath in January...

James tells me it takes 40 days to completely clean the system of these pain killers.  I feel like that practice I did today must have done the work of at least 20 regular days of flushing toxins in any conventional way.