The (f)art of yoga

Day 3 @ yoga retreat and my big wisdom arrives: Yoga is really about farting without shame. I mean, I spent an incredible amount of time trying to control my own flatulence, and heard many many people around me releasing their own gas.  

When I browsed the gift shop, in fact, all the books made more sense when I added some flatulence focus to them: 

1/ “Fart without effort” – how to squeeze out the most resistant flatulence


2/ “Yoga escapes” – how to move from the smell of your own farts during yoga 


3/ “Fart with your yoga partner – and enjoy it” – about the practice of yoga farting in pairs 


4/ “The yoga of gas pains” – how to combat gassy bloating during yoga  


5/ and the book for me – “Yoga farting for beginners”

Note to world #6464

She loved nothing more than things that there both funny and true. And if she could throw in just a little bit of sadness – even better.  

For her, such things created a feeling eerily similar to the one she felt when eating the perfect potato chips …. happiness laced with addiction. 

note to world #9947

She had been using Google searches to mask her ignorance for years but lately The Goog was failing her.  Like today, when a shiny new colleague she wanted to impress said he would do some “G2”, Google came back with this (which she knew just could not be right)……

G2, an informal group of fossil bird eggs from the Gobi desert that were later named Gobioolithus major.

 

Dog love 8

Another stormy morning. 

To make the best of it, I walked extra far with my thoughts and the dog as company. 

By the end, I felt there was something almost mystical about sipping hot coffee mixed with rain when you’re holding a bag of dog poop. 

Note to world #9455

She decided to park in an entirely different spot every day. Just to ensure that she had to actually think when she left the building at night. 

And she had to wonder whether this is how she was keeping things interesting at work right now – by trying to get lost in the parking lot …? 

Life, purchased  

A colleague asked me what I spend money on when I feel down – some people buy shoes. Or handbags. Maybe a manicure. 

But for me, it’s flowers. Tulips if I can get them. And I fill every room in my little house–even the bathroom gets a small spray of flowers. 

A happy array of red tulips sustain me today.  

Breakfast

Mother’s Day Menu 2017 

Fresh berries (only the blue ones because the red ones looked ‘funny’)

Blueberry pancakes (lovingly half-cooked and half-scorched)

Salad dressing (because it also could be syrup when you’re young and sleepy)

Coffee 

And a nap…..(the chef went back to bed immediately after)