Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Final reflections of 2008
I've been wanting to post this for awhile, but for some reason have been putting it off. For the greater part of my life, I've had really bad posture due to a weak core. The style of yoga I had gotten into is Ashtanga, which has a reputation for being very hard on the rotator cuffs due to the number of vinyasas in each practice. As I began to build strength, my front chest and shoulder muscles bulked up while my back muscles were sadly neglected, exascerbating my ape-woman posture. This was pointed out to me by a watchful instructor, and I began to really work on heart-openers and backbends. Enter the introduction of second series of Ashtanga, and I was really able to open up. My posture improved, and all was right with my yoga practice again. However, as my second series practice got longer, I've been feeling fatigued in my front shoulder muscles, and I noticed my shoulders drooping forward ever so slightly when I'm resting in bed. I was baffled.
Well, last week I got my answer. Matthew D., the Michigan (more accurately, Midwest) Ashtanga guru I've been practicing under is an absolutely fantastic instructor. After watching me practice a measly 2 times, he made an observation that no one has ever caught before. Though my shoulders were very open and my posture good in the held postures, my shoulders were still hunching - badly, I might add - in transitionary postures (tittibasana and bakasana - for those who are curious). Today, when I was practicing, I got into those transition postures again. Suddendly, I hear him shout across the room to me, "lift those shoulders and straighten that spine!!" I couldn't. I completely lacked the muscles to do so. It was sobering to realize that all this time I thought I was building upper back muscles, I've been fooling myself by overcompensating with being super open in the chest. Matthew later pointed out to me, the drooping shoulders that came back to haunt me was likely produced by fatigue when I increased the number of postures I practiced due to second series.
Underlying problems show themselves during mindless transitions. In the case of yoga, you could not detect my hunched shoulder problem in the "regular postures" - they only appeared during mindless transitions. Likewise in my life, my character flaws and reactions that show up in transitory periods are not aberrant behavior - rather, they are symptoms of hidden underlying issues. I truly believed that I had matured and worked through some character flaws that I had. However, those flaws still show up from time to time: when I am under a lot of stress from school, when I lack sleep, when I am on vacation stuck in a hotel room with my entire family. I wrote those behaviors off thinking they were brought up by these special circumstances. No. These unregulated behaviors are actually indicative of my true state.
So what now? I have yet to make a list of New Year's Resolutions yet (surprising, since it's pretty much my favorite thing to do every year). But one thing for sure I will do change from here on out: I will pay attention to my behaviors during transitory periods rather than excusing them away.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas Break
Yet I'm alive. Thank GOD!! I remained pretty calm for much of the ordeal and arrived at the shala almost 2 hours later than I intended. I entered in a state of frenzy, berating myself for a wasted morning and distraught that now I would have a much shorter yoga practice than I would have otherwise.
My instructor gently calmed me down. He told me to stop focusing what I had lost this morning. I couldn't control what happened to me. Rather than viewing my time as lost and wasted, I needed to think of the time before me as a gift. Plans are plans, but you cannot lose what you did not have. You can only embrace what you have in front of you.
I came back from this semester incredibly jaded. I felt unhappy with where I was in my program, with where my life is and where it looked like it was going. What if I had chosen a different field? What if I made some different decisions in my life? What really frustrated me was that yes, I could just pick up and leave and "follow my dreams," but for some unknown reason, I know that I am (albeit unhappily) in the right place. I came back to Michigan for 3 weeks with a single prayer: that God would give me perspective and a renewed outlook on life.
For most of today, I've been chewing on this verse: "I will remove from you all who mourn over the loss of your appointed festivals, which is a burden and reproach for you." Zephaniah 3:18. It struck me that perhaps part of the reason I feel so jaded is that I had these plans of how my life was going to turn out. I have an ideal in my head of what success is, or at least what "success" looks like for Tracy. What it means for Tracy to be following God's call on her life. Now that I don't see how my life is leading that way, I mourn that loss and am completed fixated on the what-ifs.
Plans are plans; they were never anything I had a tangible claim to. I cannot lose what I never had; I can only embrace what I have in front of me. Why do those people in Zephaniah receive God's reproach? Because they are so focused on those festivals, rituals, and plans that they forgot to simply embrace God. So rather than focusing on what could have been, I need to seek God in what is now. I need to lay down the sense of entitlement to the life that I believe that I should have and begin embracing the life that I have. And rather than idolizing what I believe it means to serve God, I just need to cut all that idealistic crap and look for God here and now.
Hopefully, these lessons will slowly transfer from my head to my heart. Excitingly, this is all from day 1 of my Michigan trip!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Lamentations 3:22-24
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Real Update Soon....
Monday, November 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tracy versus Midas
My car has been racking up some problems: the rear left blinker hasn't worked since July, I needed to get my oil changed, and I have a feeling the O2 sensor is not working as efficiently as it should. I took my car into Midas this weekend and hoped for the best. After an hour, I was sitting in Subway next door when I get a call from the mechanic. "I have some news for you," he says, then proceeds to list a bunch of services my car needs with the final price of about $200.
Crap. My first thought was that they probably saw me and thought one word: woman. Knowing that my car-knowledgeable friend Gehr was only a phone call away, I replied without skipping a beat "okay, I need you to list again what exactly needs to be serviced and how much it is costing me." I interrupted him often, asking him to distinguish between labor costs and material costs. Having clearly taken him by surprise, his tone of voiced changed completely. I told him I wanted to go to the shop in person before signing off on any services. "Yes ma'am," he answered. "We'll be waiting for you."
A phone call later, turns out I didn't need half the services that were suggested. I go in, tell them firmly what I wanted done and what I didn't need done. I ask him how much longer before my car is ready. "Well, we need to get a new air filter for you...that may take about an hour." I looked him evenly in the eye, "Do I really need a new filter?"
"Well ma'am, I guess it wasn't that dirty."
"Could it last another 3000 miles?"
"I suppose it can... yes, you'll be fine until your next oil change."
Bam, another $16 bucks saved. Final amount spent: $50. Tracy wins this round, Midas!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Isaiah 45:4-7
of Israel my chosen,
I summon you by name
and bestow on you a title of honor,
though you do not acknowledge me.
I am the LORD and there is no other;
apart from me there is no God.
I will strengthen you,
though you have not acknowledged me,
so that from the rising of the sun
to the place of its setting
people may know there is none besides me.
I am the LORD, and there is no other.
I form the light and create darkness,
I bring prosperity and create disaster;
I, the LORD, do all these things.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Interesting account of Calvinism
Had Calvin been a happier or healtheir man, Puritanism might never have been puritanical, and the thinking of the Genevans, the Dutch, the Scotch, the English, and the Americans ever since might have been different... Unlike Luther, Calvin did not enjoy playing the lute or flute, eating broiled fish, or downing a flagon of beer; unlike Luther, he was small and thin, dyspeptic and ailing, intense and unhumorous. Conceivably, the ascetic and repressive features that mark Puritanism at its unloveliest and have given it a bad name owe as much to one man's glandular shortcomings as to the social goals of the bourgeoisie."
~ from Morton Hunt's "The Natural History of Love."
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
$2.99???
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
For Sale
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Life's a Blur
It's a beautiful day out today. Woke up this morning feeling incredibly lazy. I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, did my laundry, booked my flight home for Christmas break, and am now studying for my stats exam before writing a paper for my Old Testament Sunday school class and reading for research.
Life's a blur. But once in awhile I'll get a moment to sit and enjoy the fresh air and watch my roommate's dog play on our deck.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Mysore with Melanie
This year I had signed up for 3 (possibly a 4th to come) more major Ashtanga workshops. This past weekend was workshop number 1.
To get a certification from the Ashtanga Yoga Research Institute (http://www.ayri.org/), you have to have a daily practice for about 10 years. You have to make 8 annual trips to Mysore, India to study directly with Guruji or his grandson Sharath, and you have to be proficient in the first three series of Ashtanga. On top of that, certification isn't granted automatically; Sharath and Guruji subjectively award their students with that honor. Long story short, very few people worldwide are certified; in fact, only 10 women in the world have the certification. One of them is Melanie Fawer, who I got to practice with this weekend.
I haven't had exposure to an authorized instructor since Russell and Sally visited in March, and I've NEVER taken classes with a certified instructor. IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE. Three classes with Melanie and I feel like my practice is completely transformed. My mind is swimming with alignment principles, spirals of energy, and my entire body feels stronger and healthier.
Melanie got me into the deepest backbend I've ever done. So I'm getting increasingly proficient in drop-backs, and my teacher Sharon has me working on grabbing my ankles during the last backbend. So I'm minding my own business, working on dropping back when Melanie approaches me during class to assist me with half drop-backs. "Have you done this before?" she asks. I answer, yes, and tell her I've only succeeded in pinching my ankles, not quite grabbing them yet. She answers, "hmmm," followed by "okay, follow my instructions."
She has me drop back halfway and my hands automatically reach for the ground. "Stop," she says. "Give me your left hand."
"What???"
"Give me your left hand."
So I give my hand to her and she proceeds to place it on my CALF. My left side is screaming. Then...
"Give me your right hand."
I somehow manage a desperate "no!!"
"Give me your right hand."
Reluctantly, I trust her and gingerly hold out my right hand. Right hand goes straight to the right calf.
"How do you feel?"
I gasped "like my back is breaking."
She tells me to straighten my legs more. I tell her I don't know where my legs are anymore. In fact, I don't have a clue where the rest of my body is in space. Apparently, that's normal. She helps me up and puts me in a forward fold. "Good. We'll do this again tomorrow."
I had a nice chat with her after the workshop and feel... encouraged. Though I feel less ready to teach Ashtanga than ever, I'm excited about passing on some of what I've learned to my students this Thursday!!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Almost there...
So the new strategy is to lower just enough where I don't lose track of my core and can still pull all the way upright. It's a KILLER on the quads so I haven't been able to come down very far. Today my head hovered within an inch above the floor. AN INCH!! Cue victory dance...
PS. For those of you wondering, Austin is going to be safe from Hurricane Ike. They are forecasting thunderstorms and high winds, but I highly doubt we're even going to get heavy rain this weekend.
Ah, blessed sleep!
I have a full day of catching up on research and reading ahead of me today, but the nice thing is I have absolutely nowhere to be all day! After 3 days without practice, I may treat myself to not 1, but 2 yoga classes today. A nice early afternoon Prana Vinyasa Flow practice with Sanieh, and an evening Ashtanga Mysore class with Selena where I get to work through the second series. Melanie Fawer, one of 10 women in the world who is certified (not just authrorized!!) to teach ashtanga by Guruji is coming to Austin next weekend and I am gearing up for that!!
Thursdays are my longest days since I TA, followed by back to back classes, teach an Ashtanga class at UT, then finish the night off with community group. At first I was apprehensive about the long day (and it is long), and true enough, by the time I got to the yoga class I was pretty much brain dead. I got there about 15-20 minutes early to warm up with sun salutations and immediately begin to feel better. 27 students showed up to that class, and by the end of the class I was wide awake and ready to go to community group. Good thing, too, as we're studying 1 Peter which lead to some pretty convicting discussions.
Speaking of my church, I'm LOVING the direction our church is taking. We're finally building a church building in the poorest neighborhood in Austin. The vision of the church is to be a church for the city, not just in the city, and part of their building plans is to include offices where non-profits organizations that benefit our city can reside. Anyway, I've definitely had a lot of thoughts about where my life is going, both in the short and long run. But that's another post...
Monday, September 08, 2008
Trouble Sleeping
Crazy. I must be more stressed than I realize.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Vulnerability
An exercise we worked on at one point is to just take 5 minutes and silently stare into a partner's eyes. I got paired with a complete stranger. This woman was a cycling instructor who, as soon as she placed her mat on the floor, asserted to anyone who cared who she was and what her experience was in yoga. Very eager to present herself in a positive light and communicate with others that she was strong, fit, knowledgeable, and capable. But as soon as we entered into the exercise, she FREAKED out. Every few seconds she'd whisper to me "I'm uncomfortable, are you uncomfortable?" I just smiled and kept staring. Then she began to fidget uncontrollably, her eyes began to wonder, and then she'd turn back to me and try to start a conversation. I just smiled and kept staring. As soon as the exercise was over, she broke away and began chatting about exactly how uncomfortable that exercise was, and began to reassert her competence by sharing about her experiences as a cycling instructor. She didn't speak another word to me that entire class.
It hit me how vulnerable people are and what lengths people would go to protect their vulnerability. People do not want strangers to see their weaknesses because they don't want to be seen as lesser people than they think they are. I wonder...why is this? Why do we not want to be seen as less than we are? Along the same lines, why are we so afraid to be wronged? Is it due to ego? Is it something culturally engrained in us? Or is there something hardwired in us that hates being on the receiving end of injustice?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Found!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
So begins another school year...
School has started. My long weekend will be spent writing papers and reading (hopefully by my pool). I was very apprehensive about jumping back into things, but feel much better about it now. If only I didn't get so used to hanging out with people all the time, I'd be much better at buckling down and studying.
My roommate's parents are visiting us this weekend so Mandy and I have been scrambling to clean and finish setting up the apartment. It's pretty much done except for the dining room. I'm selling our current dining room table (we saved it from the junkyard) on Craigslist since I bought a cute black dining set from IKEA. We've only assembled 2 chairs before I hurt my wrists and decided to quit.
Here is the updated living room (the big wooden thing on the left is actually our entertainment system). The only thing left to do in the living room is to install our chandelier light.
On another note... I don't know if it's a cultural thing, but I find that I am constantly plagued by shame. I leave many interactions I have (school, yoga - including classes I teach, friends) regretting things I did or said. I know it's completely stupid because I'll find out later the other party left the same interaction with a pleasant experience. And I find that if I carry myself with a shameful and apologetic attitude, people respond accordingly. So even if I feel ashamed, I fake confidence and joy. But the more I fake it, the more it bothers me within.
I wonder - does anyone else experience this? And how do I get over this propensity toward shame?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My prayer for the school year
Got a stack of books,
So I could learn how to live;
Many are left half-read,
Covered by the cobwebs on my shelf.
And I got a list of laws,
Growing longer everyday;
If I keep pluggin' away,
Maybe one day I'll perfect myself.
Oh, but all of my labor,
Seems to be in vain;
And all of my laws,
Just cause me more pain;
So I fall before You,
In all of my shame;
Ready and willing to be changed-
Chorus:
Own me
Take all that I am,
And heal me
With the blood of the Lamb.
Mold me
With Your gracious hand;
Break me till I'm only Yours-
Own me
Oh, you call me Daughter,
And you take my blame;
And you run to meet me,
When I cry out Your name,
So I fall before You,
In all of my shame.
Lord, I am willing to be changed
Monday, August 18, 2008
Marta got hitched!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Oh the horror!
Today before teaching, I picked up a copy of our '08-'09 informational booklet.
To my horror I found this:
Yes, I am the girl in green sitting in the lopsided lotus pose.
Not only did they not choose any of more impressive postures I held (for what seemed like forever), they photoshopped all my hair out!! (You can't see it, but there's a stray wisp of hair on my shoulder that is coming out of nowhere due to photoshop). Talk about flattering!
Green War
Besides having minor contentions over the thermostat level (I'm arguing to turn the air up to 78-80 degrees while she's more comfortable at 68-70 degrees), I've found myself developing some new habits:
- Buying eco-friendly and recycled household products such as toilet paper, detergent, and cleaners. Although the brand Seventh Generation is a little too pricey, I was surprised by the selection of less expensive environmentally conscious brands
- Shutting off the air vents in my bedroom so there's one less room for the central air to cool off.
- Following my roommate around the apartment, turning off light switches that she left on (gotta figure out how to be more subtle about this one).
- Digging through the trash can, salvaging any recyclables to take to the recycling center.
- Driving less. Carpooling more and taking the bus to school whenever possible.
- Canceling subscriptions of magazines I don't read anymore. Opting out of paper catalogs. Also, opting out of junk mail through DMAChoice Mail and opting out of prescreened credit card offers.
- Being more vigilant about using reuseable shopping bags. There's been many a time when the wide-eyed bagger watched me stuff more than he/she ever thought possible into my two bags.
There are a few things I'm still trying to work on, however:
- Using less water when I shower. I still have a hard time shutting off the water when I'm soaping up, but I do try to keep my showers under 7 minutes.
- Buying local. There's a Farmer's Market down the street from campus on Wednesdays that I'm going to start frequenting between school and community group in the fall.
- My car. Something is up with the engine and it's now only getting about 20 miles to the gallon (it's supposed to get 27 miles in the city). I don't know why since it's passed all the inspections and everything. I've been perusing craigslist for a cheap car with better mileage so I can sell this car, but nothing falls within my price range (and by price range, I mean the amount I'm willing to ask my parents to loan me). I'm taking it into the shop tomorrow morning to get it checked out and hopefully I can get it to run a little more efficiently.
- I'm considering buying a bissell sweeper instead of using a vacuum cleaner. They come pretty cheap and are easier to use, in my opinion, than a vacuum.
- Using less paper at school. I have a nasty habit of really marking up everything I read, and find it very very difficult to read papers on the computer.
- Buying recycled school supplies.
It's really hard to make some of these changes especially on a tight budget. Organic or local produce sometimes just costs more than regular produce. But I wonder if spending is just like time management. Sometimes you don't need more time, but better time management. Maybe what I need isn't more money, but just better money management.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Keeping Steady
On the upside, today I had a minor victory - I finally was able to touch my ankles in urdhva dhanurasana. I didn't grab my ankles, mind you, but I did touch them.
On the downside, I'm on the verge of a hamstring injury. My right hamstring has been getting incredibly tight to the point where I can't fully get into the janu sirsasanas and any of the wide legged forward folds. I'll have to back off majorly on any posture involving the hamstrings in the next week or so or risk an injury more serious than my sprained shoulder.
A few more days and I head back to Ann Arbor for Marta's wedding. Pretty excited about the festivities followed by a week of rest and relaxation.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Adjusting to North Life
I took the bus to school today. Minus the commute time (1 hour) it is actually really really convenient. The bus picks me up pretty much right at my front door and drops me off 2 blocks from my building. If I can manage to get reading done on the bus, I'm all set for the school year.
It's hard to believe that school starts in 3 short weeks. I'm beginning to get anxious to know what my fall schedule is going to be like - both in yoga teaching and my teaching assistantship for school. One thing for sure - I have to take a step back in the amount I'm teaching yoga. It's beginning to get in the way of my schoolwork as well as my own personal yoga practice!
On another note, this past weekend some friends and I went to a lakehouse in Marble Falls and spent the day on the lake, rafting, boating, and waterskiing. It was an amazing experience!
Saturday, August 02, 2008
New Apartment (details to come...)
Kitchen after:
Living room before:
Living room after:
Bathroom after:
My pool:
Monday, July 28, 2008
All moved in!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Why I love Ashtanga
They say all Ashtangis go through a honeymoon period with the practice. At the beginning everything is new and challenging. You literally can see your body opening up like crazy in every single practice. But after the honeymoon period fades, you go to practice faithfully day after day, just hoping to see even millimeters of change. My 7-month long honeymoon phase ended in early March. I love the practice. I love its metaphoric nature to life. I love the tight-knit community of Ashtangis in Austin. But I've also been worried that my practice has grown stagnant as I've started to turn on autopilot and just run through the series.
Having to be mindful of my shoulder changed all that. Teaching yoga also began to change all that. Today I notice a qualitative difference in my practice. My jump-throughs had a little more lift to them. My navasanas were steady. I was able to expand my chest just a little bit more in kurmasana and upavista konasana. Heck, I was able to fully hook my right foot behind my head for supta kurmasana. Except for one posture that involves a deep shoulder opening (prasarita padottanasana C), my practice is right back to where it was before my injury, if not beyond. Even my teacher Sharon noticed a difference and mentioned it to me afterward.
Ashtanga is teaching me the practice of discipline. The practice of being faithful to something without necessarily seeing results. Because that discipline does produce a wealth of benefits, whether I am aware of it or not. I just hope I can learn to apply this discipline to other areas of my life, including my spiritual life.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Anything BUT lonely!
Kiss My Croaker ended well. It was one of those rare trips that I wanted to go on forever. Still, all good things must come to an end. Here is a picture of our group on the beach for the 4th of July:
The five housemates from the Pirate House reunited on this trip. This has been the first time all five of us have been in one place since May of 2006!
Finally, a few of us snuck out of the cabin after everyone else was asleep. Late night fun with sparklers.
I've been settling back into a nice schedule of teaching yoga and school. Between my regular classes and subbing, I'm up to teaching about 5-6 classes a week. It has been good catching up with Austin friends too. I've been taking full advantage of the shows at the Alamo Drafthouse this week.
My shoulder is improving. I begin physical therapy next week. I've also started practicing yoga again. This morning I attended a yoga class, subbed a class, then drove down to Barton Springs. It was the first time I've gone to Barton Springs alone. I just felt like spending some time on my own, to read and work on my paper. The temperature was over 100 degrees, and it was just sweltering! I was reading a book I borrowed from my advisor titled "Self-Esteem, Issues and Answers." This led a perfect stranger, M from Boston, to approach me and we engaged in an absolutely fabulous conversation about identity and mindfulness. When the heat got a little too much to handle, I went for a quick dip in the 70 degree water. The water was GLORIOUS!
Unfortunately, my laptop could only take so much of the heat so I couldn't spend the entire day at the springs. I have a feeling the rest of my summer weekends will be spent outside, either at the springs, or tubing on the Guadalupe river, or at Gehr's lakehouse. *sigh* I wish the summer would never end!
Tonight I'm going downtown for sushi with some good friends. At some point, I suppose I have to start packing. I move to a new apartment in exactly 2 weeks!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Alone
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Tales from the Road, Part 2
I really want to live by the coast some day. I'm not talking about freshwater coast, but the ocean coast. Something about the waves and the salty water really appeals to me. You know how sometimes a setting just "clicks" with you? I've been reading the book "Eat Pray Love" and the author was saying how sometimes a location or a culture just share the same "word" as you. I love nature, but no matter what I try: hiking, mountaining, flying, skydiving... I feel like I'm doing something temporary. Like, it was fun and I'm done with that activity. But out by the ocean, it just feels like home. When we walked by the beach in the dark last night, it felt like home. It still felt like home today in the daylight. Maybe I'm a silly romantic, but I peered out into the waves last night and marveled at the idea that I'm wading in the same ocean that is mentioned in all the history and folklore.
Tomorrow my friend Lily is trying to get everyone up to watch the sunrise at 5:30. At this point I'm contemplating an all-nighter...
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tales from the Road, Part 1
My Ann Arbor trip was good. Spent a lot of time with Marta, going on walks, accompanying Ethan to the playground. I love my new friends in Austin, but it was nice hanging out with people who have known me for years and years again.
Can't believe how much Ethan has grown since I last saw him. He's no longer a baby, but a toddler now. Despite my injured shoulder, I couldn't resist picking him up and playing with him. That, along with yoga, may have worsened my condition. It started throbbing Thursday night and I had Marta look at it for me on Friday morning. She told me the alignment seemed off to me and asked me if it was possibly dislocated. I laughed and told her it was impossible. That may have been mistake number one.
Friday afternoon Jon, Jessi, Amanda, and I caravaned in two cars from Ann Arbor toward DC where we'd meet up with 5 more from the gang: Mel, Lily, Sarah, Sarah, and Dan. The first leg of the trip was fairly uneventful minus one of us decided to relieve ourself on the side of the road unknowingly less than 500 yards before a rest area, as well as missing a turn and ending up in Annpolis at 2am.
We took off the next day, 9 of us in 3 different cars and headed toward North Carolina. Traffic was a little crazy, so we decided to take local roads for part of the trip. That took us by Best Buy where we decided to hop out and purchase Wii Rockband for the trip.
During this part of the trip, I became convinced there was something very very wrong with my shoulder and started freaking out a little. Still, we had 7 or so hours before arriving at our destination so as a compromise, the car I was in would at an ER about one hour away from our cabin. This was the last time I've been spotted with full use of both arms:
It turns out my shoulder is NOT dislocated. Rather, I have an AC separation (otherwise known as a shoulder separation). Stage 3 requires surgery. Luckily, I came in at stage either 1 or 2 (I have to schedule a visit with the orthopaedist when I go home). Now for the rest of the week, my arm is in a sling and I'm constantly on either vicodin or tylenol codeine. On my doctor's note, it emphasized that I need to not practice yoga for at least 7 days. Besides my inability to boogey board in the ocean, drum in rock band, or practice yoga, it's nice to be taken care of on this trip. More to come...
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Good to be home.
It's good to be home. I'm at day 6 of being home with the parents and am actually a little sad to be leaving them this afternoon for Ann Arbor. (But just a little, because I'm heading to North Carolina tomorrow for my annual Kiss My Vacation...) Besides jarring discoveries such as the no longer-existence of Farmer Jack and replacement of old buildings and shops with new ones, home is the same as always.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Frozen Shoulder
Last week I reinjured my left rotator cuff. It wasn't such a bad injury so I continued to use it like normal and practice yoga, taking care to ice it and massage it with icy hot each night. Sunday I felt better and pushed myself a little too hard in yoga. Monday I could no longer extend my left arm back or even clasp my hands behind my back.
It's been a frustrating week since my left hand (and consequently arm and shoulder) is dominant. My injury has impaired my ability to make sharp left turns while driving, carry my bags on my left side, and perform simple chores such as sweeping and mopping. Not to mention I am not able to practice yoga at all. (Elliptical workouts are still okay as long as I don't swing my arm).
Yet, through the frustrations, it's been self-revealing and an opportunity for growth. I realize that I've started become goal oriented rather than process oriented, and this injury is forcing me to step back and reevaluate my purpose for doing things. It's also helping me to break through patterns and habits I've established and to rediscover my own rhythm and my own style. It's also a timely injury. I leave for vacation tomorrow and have the opportunity to rest and recuperate!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Surprise visit from old friends
They arrived Monday night and asked me to "show them Austin." Considering that no (straight) clubs are open on Monday because no one goes out on a Monday night, I did my best and as a result am still recovering from sleep deprivation.
Pictures I stole off their blog:
Dinner at Hula Hut
Cover band at Chuggin' Monkey
Us at Gingerman
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Refinement
I'm currently writing a review paper on self-enhancement, or the desire to be seen favorably. Part of my discussion comes from a cultural angle, and it's gotten me thinking about the western phenomenon of desiring greatness. Our culture in America socializes us to desire greatness, to "make something of our life" and to be more than ordinary. We take setbacks and failures and fabricate a grandiose reason for them in order to continue seeking greatness in our lives. Yet, is it a bad thing to be ordinary?
By definition, very few people are really able to rise above ordinary for everyone cannot be extraordinary. Sometimes I think this desire for greatness hinders us from really living our lives and appreciating the simple things that we have because we keep eschewing the normal in search of something greater. I wonder if the desire for greatness is mutually exclusive with being a good steward of what we do have.
I grew up with grandiose dreams of being the best at something, whether it's singing, acting, ministry, worship leading, or even being the Psychologist who gives birth to a ground-breaking new theory. Yet no matter how I seek those things, I feel ultimately unfulfilled, even bitter, angry, and wanting a new life. In Austin, I've been meeting people who work ordinary everyday jobs (concierge work, waiting tables, retail, yoga instruction) and am struck by how well they do their jobs. They are good stewards of what they have and they use their talents to the max in the jobs they do. While they may not have dreams of grandeur (maybe they do, I don't know), they are able bless others incredibly by just being faithful at their jobs.
I cannot help but marvel at how different that looks from the way I live my life! As I look at the lives of Biblical characters such as Abraham, Job, Moses, David, Gideon, I'm struck by how God did amazing things through these people who never sought after greatness. Rather, their focus was solely on being faithful to the roles they were allotted in life.
It's taken years of refinement, of chasing after pipe dreams and facing disappointments and failures, but I'm finally beginning to learn my lesson of valuing faithfulness in the ordinary over the desire for greatness.
Monday, May 19, 2008
A Matter of the Heart
Yesterday I taught yoga to the staff of a children's hospice center. The women were some of the most wonderful people I've met. I led them in a gentle yin yoga practice, allowing them to explore different postures and focus on the inner thoughts and emotions that arose.
Posture after posture, asana after asana, I noticed that they had a tendency to round their shoulders, causing the chest and heart to sink inward rather than shine outward. When I adjusted their shoulders back, I heard audible sighs of relief.
There is something vulnerable about allowing our hearts to shine out. We see this in how people carry themselves: confident individuals stand tall, chests puffed out, while those who have been hurt or carry fear hunch over, protecting their hearts from exposure. Our physical condition is such a strong indication of our emotional, spiritual, and mental condition.
I noticed it in my own yoga practice not so long ago. The past few months I noticed that I struggled with heart openers almost to the point that they were painful to practice. I realized that this was a direct symptom of me trying to hide from introspection and coming to terms with some emotional and spiritual matters.
As I'm rereading through the Old Testament, it struck me how important our hearts are. Over and over again, God asks for our hearts and not our sacrifices (see Joel, Isaiah, Amos, 1 Samuel), to surrender our hearts to Him rather than seek Him according to our own understanding. It is when one is cut to the heart that true repentence occurs.
I spent years protecting my heart from vulnerability, and now I realize that it is through vulnerability that God can reach us and work in us. So now, I'm working with Him to chip away the protective barriers I've built over my heart, focusing my yoga practices on heart openers to physically and energetically facilitate that.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Silence
I woke up yesterday with no power in my condo after the biggest hailstorm so far this year. Pecan trees were in shambles all around Austin, car windows smashed, schools shut down. Besides worrying that my newly bought groceries would spoil (the blackout lasted about 24 hours) and having to drive to friends' apartments to shower, having no power was actually a blessing in disguise. Yesterday morning I read and journaled in absolute quiet. No radio, no internet, nothing was around to distract me.
Silence turns our attention inward. Silence allows us to see through the layers of distraction and observe who and where we really are. Silence forces us to face our emotions, our fears, our inner demons. Silence is a rarity in our fast-paced, information-seeking culture. Silence is a gift, a spiritual discipline, something I will take care to include in my daily routine from now on.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Recovering...
I never thought I'd say this, but I think Texas just might be too hot and humid for me! I love 80-90 degree dry heat, but a fews days of humid, 100+ degree weather did me in. I'm constantly sleepy and dehydrated...
Monday, May 05, 2008
The Countdown Begins...
Anyway, finally I have pictures to share with y'all. My life in Austin:
Easter dinner with friends