Winter Solstice

Last night's winter solstice session was fantastic.  Beautiful energy created and community built.  I feel incredibly blessed to have the friends/clients that I have.  This is the third year that I have offered a solstice driven class.

We placed candles around the room to soften the lighting and create ambiance.  Initially, we held down dog for five breaths and eventually whittled it down to one.  The flow felt right, and everyone kept up.  There were no grimaces or hesitations.

Afterwards we enjoyed a chickpea and farro stew.  It was the perfect dish to renourish and fuel the body.  Two years ago, I made kitchari--an ayurvedic dish composed of rice and mung beans (or lentils).  I added mustard seeds, curry spice, coriander seeds, garlic, ginger and turmeric.  It is a complete protein and wholesome.  The chickpea stew was a fantastic alternative.  Isaac made it vegan and brought cheese to add if you were interested.  I doctored up some store-bought hummus, cut up vegetables and threw together a pineapple cucumber salad.  I thought it would be important to replenish with lighter fare.  

2024 will bring new energy and focus.  I must do more with building my yoga business.  I see the potential and have experienced it.  Then I become stagnant in some of my efforts.  I am reminded of how fortunate I am when I host evening classes.  I was gifted a much-needed portable speaker from several of my clients last night.  It was thoughtful.  Very thoughtful.  When Dominique misses the City Park sessions, I use a plastic container to put my phone in to amplify the sound.  It works.  And I am not embarrassed to use that hack.  The quality is decent and gets it done.  Provides music while practicing yoga outside.  

The portable speaker is a game changer.  I can use it in my car for road trips.  I drive to Santa Fe frequently.  Freya has a factory installed radio with a CD player that is broken.  No tape access or blue tooth enabled technology.  There are stretches along 1-25 where one station is available.  I manage to make it through, but I am excited to have access to the speaker.  I can listen to podcasts!  Finally.  

I think motivational podcasts are what I should listen to.  The political podcasts hurt my mind after a while.  I try to stay somewhat informed on the world around me.  It is challenging to not dive into the rabbit hole of darkness keeping up with some of the propaganda.  It makes no sense to hear women say that they would like to return to the era of the 1950's--like it was a better time for women.  How was it better?  Not having access to education, finances, or control of your body sounds delightful???  More like delusional.  

I am thankful for the relationships that I have had in my life.  And that they have recognized that I am independent and need time for myself.  There hasn't been an attempt to control or define me.  They let me navigate my life.  

During the solstice session, last night, it was unconventional.  We had tequila to kick start the sun salutations, listened to music, did not set an intention and had another shot of tequila.  This makes sense to me and my path.  Never taking the road that is expected.

Release old energy and focus on what motivates you for 2024.  

Upcoming Saturday classes

Join me for classes on Saturdays this month.  I moved yoga indoors to escape the weather.  The space is lovely, welcoming and open to all.

I am open to suggestions as I navigate this journey.  In person group classes.  They are the best.  I never thought I would enjoy them as much as I do.  I think fear and uncertainty limited my desire to host group classes.  Now, I know, how amazing they are.  Never knowing what to expect.

Think about.  There are three more opportunities to practice on Saturday mornings.  It will be grand!

Thankful Thursday

I am thankful for the time to do more of what I enjoy doing.  Walking to the market, listening to podcasts or music, teaching yoga, meeting friends, drinking wine, reading.  So many things to be thankful for.  My intention is to create more.  Be it, writing here, teach more or put myself out there more.  I tend to hold myself accountable for five to seven days before slipping back into old patterns.  Less creativity, writing, content creation.  I realized Tuesday how little I had posted on this platform this year.  Forty-two entries.  Pathetic.

Where did 2023 go?  

I managed to go to one place that I have never been to before--Tulsa.  And Tom and I spent a few days in Wichita Falls and Amarillo.   Both trips were family oriented and fun.  I wish we had had more time to check out Tulsa.  We had one afternoon to explore the downtown area.  Holidays and weddings tend to demand your full attention and we experienced no different.  Next year, I hope to go abroad.  It has been too long since my last passport stamp.  2020 of March.  Barcelona.  It was a wonderful trip prior to the pandemic.  Looking back, I remember being aware of my surroundings and what I was forced to touch on the train.  I was not carrying hand sanitizer, but I washed my hands frequently.  What a time of the uncertainty.

Maybe Hawaii.  Or Mexico.  I know I will be spending my holiday in February in Tucson and maybe Rocky Point.  Shari and I are undecided if we have time to cross into Mexico.  There are many things to do in Tucson and the surrounding areas.  Sonoita, Bisbee, Tucson (itself).  Not to mention it will fall at the end of the college basketball season. I would love to watch the Wildcats play in their arena.  Like KU, they have a solid basketball program.  An amazing place to catch a game.

I am thankful for today and my health.  I picked up some kinesiology tape.  I need a little more rehab on my ankle.  It has improved, immensely since September, but I want to continue to strengthen it.  Regular checkups with the chiropractor is something I am thankful for as well.  The realignment of my spine was spectacular today.  I think he popped every vertebra, lol.  

What are you thankful for?  How do you plan on concluding your year?  Are you considering goals for 2024?  Maybe making small changes to create new habits?  

Take some time to contemplate it.  Think about making 2024 your best year yet!

Yoga at the Jazzercise Studio

Saturdays in December.  Join me!  Of course, I prefer park yoga.  The people watching, grounding/earth energy and basking in the sunlight is like no other.  

Still, it is December in Denver.  Practicing inside makes the most sense.  The Jazzercise Studio is a beautiful space.  Ample parking, welcoming vibe and my current home base.  Check out a class with me or expand your workout regime.  Try out a jazzercise class.  There are multiple available daily.

Continue to evolve your health and wellness.  I have been adding more core to my yoga classes.  Mixing it up with some cardio bursts and strength training.  It is essential to challenge yourself and boundaries.  Conclude this year in the best possible way.  

The latest

Adjusting to the new schedule of yoga, catering and dive bars.... My sleep schedule is jarring, and I find myself waking up, in spite of when I go to bed.  This will prove to be a challenge.

The most challenging aspect has been my footwear.  I purchased a new pair of shoes.  They were required to work for the catering company.  No Mary Jane's (my shoe of preference), no tennis shoes, had to be polishable black shoes.  And, in my case, I need orthotic shoes to support my arches.  Actually, as a kid, I experienced foot issues from an early age.  I had to find shoes that were quality and more expensive.  From a very early age, lol.

I bought shoes and believed they would be perfect.  Instead, I struggled.  Immediately.  Sporting multiple blisters.  I would bandage the back of my foot and then be surprised that the blisters would deepen and alter placement.  It was irritating.  Eventually, I used inserts to aid in my comfort.  Not perfect but did minimize the discomfort.

The bar situation is a few times a week.  Close to my apartment.  A nice change up from what I have been doing.  Of course, yoga is the focus of what I am trying to do.  Earlier in the week, I hosted a happy hour at my apartment for a small group.  Yoga, snacks and wine.  It was perfect.  Next week, I have a larger space to host the Detox to Retox Yoga Happy Hour.  I think I have settled on my appetizers for that session.  Mediterranean Cous Cous salad, Broccoli salad and a hummus and red pepper feta spread.  Maybe a pineapple salad as well.  I would love to bring hot appetizers, but I do not have a hot box to ensure keeping the heat.  I envision a sliced tomato topped with feta bruschetta or stuffed mushrooms.  I am unable to provide that at this point.

I see so much opportunity and potential.  The last few years I stopped offering the session in November.  Actually, from November til April or March.  This upcoming year could be annual.  I see it happening.  Maybe shifting January to juice and clean food.  I am still plotting out my execution.  

I am thankful for the opportunity to build on my foundation while returning to something I know.  Bartending and catering.  This enables me to meet new people and potentially attract new clientele.  I am best when I am interacting with people.  

Moreover, I am expanding my culinary skills (finally).  Although, I know, I have been blessed.  Exposed to incredible food from restaurants, caterings, private parties.  I feel more confident testing out new recipes and combinations.  More and more I am reminded that the majority of people do not cook for themselves.  Plus, I can bounce ideas off of Chef Tom who inspires me to do what feels right for me.  

Sleep will come.  Naps are available.  I feel healthy, confident and blessed.  Cheers to an incredible Friday!

New opportunity for yoga

Yoga is moving indoors!  Check out this new location and time.

Saturday morning yoga has been a staple of my practice and teaching.  Typically, four to six people attend.  Sometimes more.  Sometimes less.  Sometimes it is a private.  I am consistent and teach to whomever attends.  I love this session.

We shall see what the winter brings.  As well as the new time.  I wish there was an opening in that 9:30 times slot.  Yet, there is not, and all of my regulars seem open to the new time.  All I can do is be consistent and continue to build.

Saturday mornings.  10:45. Denver Capitol Hill Jazzercise Studio.  New flow weekly.  Looking forward to meeting you.

Calendar of Events....November

 

Check it out!  Yoga events and classes for November.  Consider joining.  I offer virtual and in person classes.  Consider joining.  

I need an assistant to incorporate some of the things I would like to achieve.  For some reason, I am struggling with the copy and paste option between apps and my email.  I am frustrated.  Eventually, I gave up to put it out.  It seemed more important to post the yoga opportunites.

Enjoy your day.  Make it a beautiful start to your month.  Let's celebrate gratitude.  

November's Happy Hour Event

This is the current flier for the Detox to Retox yoga happy hour.  A little blurry since it was curated to be the size of a flier.  I am becoming more confident with editing and will continue to do so.  It is all a work in progress.

I do think this is a childhood trigger for me.  Never wanting to look stupid and that has stagnated me in some areas of growth.  However, I acknowledge it is time to get past through limiting beliefs.  I must.  No one else is going to push me to the next level of business success.  I have been incredibly fortunate with word of mouth.  I am grateful to my tribe and the ripple effect that has been building.  When I first started out, I shut down the happy hours in November because I thought that people would be too busy with holiday parties and shopping.  I refused to put it out there.  I allowed myself to listen to others instead of seeing what could happen.  There is potential to offer happy hours year-round.  January might be a little subdued or juice driven, lol.  I won't know until I get there.

If you are interested in attending, please contact me.  Either a message on this platform or I do have an email account associated with my yoga business.  tastelifeyoga@gmail.com  

Have a wonderful start of your week!  Consider joining a virtual class, in person session or the happy hour.

Saturday morning yoga aka book club

Indoor yoga session this morning which was awesome.  Woke up to snow which was unwelcome.  I was thankful that we had already prearranged to have an indoor space available.  My clients went all out.  Tater tot casserole with homemade tomatillo salsa to accompany the wonderful Sauvage rose.  

Thes session, itself, was fire (in my opinion).  We rearranged the furniture.  Then, arranged us like tetris to make the most of the space.  I offered adjustments throughout the session which I am getting comfortable with once again.  The pandemic prohibited touching your face.  So, the idea of touching someone else has been off limits since then.  I forgot how much I enjoy adjusting people.

The conversation that occurred afterwards is a testament to the community I am building.  People paired off and moved around to catch up with others.  There is a pumpkin party to attend later this afternoon.  I managed to find a wig for my costume tonight at Dominique's house.  She had several options to choose from.

I overheard discussions about sports, dogs, grief, food and poop (long story).  I am thankful for my decision to pursue this path of yoga.  Make it a great day!

Consistency and other food issues

Continuing with the ripple effect.  Opting to create the life I want instead of settling for what is known or familiar to me.  

Not always easy.  Nor does it make sense.  When you pave your own path, you are entering unchartered territory.  Or, I have always considered it that way.  There is not a handbook on how to navigate the unconventional path.  Yet, it is the way that I have always preferred.  

In hindsight, maybe, I wish I had spent more time cooking at home.   I believe my body is a temple and I have done well by it for the most part.  However, in all honesty, I have been lazy.  Relying on what is convenient instead of what is best for me when it comes to nutrition.  Working in restaurants that offer staff meals groom you to eat whatever is put in front of you since you are hungry.  Even if you don't like goulash.  Or hot dogs (a high-end restaurant that will remain unnamed on a weekly basis offered that as staff meal at least once a week.  I loathed that option.  It was disrespectful in my option.  Especially since they did not have hot dogs on the menu.  It felt like the management believed we would eat anything.)  The best restaurant meal was probably the first restaurant I worked in.  FIfi's was the premier fine dining restaurant in Lawrence, Kansas, when I attended college.  Wine spectator awards, the best calamari, and the special occasion restaurant that everyone wanted to go to.  They made us whatever we wanted.  With the exception, if there had been an off-site event, we would eat what was offered at the event.  I was spoiled.  I learned how to make a martini, open a wine bottle (properly) and had access to phenomenal food.

I intend to do better.  More cooking at home, earlier in the day, and possibly changing how I eat.  Focus on the vegetables first, then the proteins and fats, before finishing with starch.  I listened to a podcast earlier about glucose and the importance of getting that in order.  Avoiding diabetes, a hormone imbalance and extra weight gain.  

Believe me, I have struggled for about a year to contend with that.  Trying to figure out where this sugar belly is coming from and how to minimize it.  After listening to the podcast, I am considering changing up not only how I eat but making sure that I get movement following a meal.  A walk, squats, dancing.... anything that stimulates movement.  The podcast also suggested drinking apple cider vinegar in water prior to the meal.  Actually, I do not mind drinking apple cider vinegar in water.  It was not a shock to me or something I thought was out of bounds.  I am curious to see if these small changes make a difference. I believe they will.  

This evening I loaded up my stirfry with broccoli and bell peppers.  I attempted to pick out the vegetables, first.  Then proceed with the rice.   It will be interesting to see how I feel after making a few tweaks.

Enjoy your night!

Thankful Thursday

I am grateful for a solid night of sleep.  As noted yesterday, I have been struggling with insomnia to a certain extent.  Waking up, routinely, at 3:15ish to toss and turn.  When I manage to calm my mind, eventually, I wake up to the recurring thought.  Be it work stress, financial stress, work related dreams (the absolute worst which I still frequently have back decades to when I worked at Fifi's, the Bull or Palm.  The worst places were the high-volume ones where I would have dreams where the printer wouldn't stop printing tickets.  I'd wake up, convinced, that I was surrounded by 50 unmade drink tickets.  And that the servers were furious with me for having to wait for their drinks.)  To avoid some of that nonsense, last night I read for about fifteen minutes before I went to bed.  Truly, I believe that minute amount reading helped me relax and ease into sleep.  The lack of stimulation from technology really is something.

I woke up, naturally, around 4:45.  Purposefully, I woke up, listened to a guided meditation before beginning my routine.  I eat a clove or two to aid in my oral hygiene.  Oil pull for twelve minutes.  I listen to the Reid out, typically, while setting up my fruits and vegetables to juice.  Relaxing start to the day and keeps me accountable.  Today I read for forty-five minutes which was a new addition to my routine. A welcome addition to how I start my day.  The meditation component seems likely as well.  Inspires the tone of the day and leaning into the echo/ripple effect.  Creating the life, I want, instead of the uncertainty of where I am at now.  

A couple years ago, I bought an infrared sauna bag with the intention of using it daily.  Unfortunately, the sauna is subpar.  I should have invested more research and money into this product.  I wish the heat was more intense.  I tried to use it for three weeks or so.  Since then, it has been tucked away in my storage closet.  Yesterday as I was contemplating how to spend the next few days, I considered adding the dry sauna back into my morning routine.  While lying in the sauna I could either meditate or read.  Two items that I want to include in my morning.  Or doing sun salutations.  

During the pandemic I was more active.  Stronger, even.  Inspite of the amount of chatarangas I do on a daily basis. Looking back, I did lean into inconsistencies, underperforming and enjoying wine lunch with Tom.  He is the ultimate enabler.  

Stress, eating at random times, becoming lax with my no dairy policy all things that have occurred in the last six months.  Yes, my echo reflects precisely where and I am at this point today.  It's as if I cannot get out of my own way.  I have so many things to be thankful for--my health, my relationship with Tom, supportive friends and an amazing yoga base.  Why am I limiting what I want to achieve?

Meditation will be helpful and remembering how many wonderful things I have in my life.  Clean water, a reliable vehicle, family, opportunities to write letters to friends and walk on a daily basis.  I am thankful and fortunate.  

Thank you for letting me unload my endless monologue in my mind.  Celebrate, enjoy & taste life~

Yoga, happy hour and insomnia

Last night's happy hour was fantastic.  Initially, I believed that seven to nine people would attend the yoga happy hour.  As the day progressed, I received a few text messages informing me that a few people would be unable to attend.  Mandatory work events, contending with family issues or work prohibited them from attending.  I appreciated the heads up but was disappointed that I would have fewer people attend.  Still, it was great.  I had four people show up and the energy was amazing.  Solid flow, decent music mix and a fun happy hour to finish.

I prepped seven-layer Greek dip, a cream cheese mold with bacon, scallions and parmesan, cowboy caviar and a light watermelon salad to finish.  Isaac brought sparkling wine and I offered a spanish red wine, vino verde and tequila (of course).  The seven dip and cheese mold were the fan favorites.  Tom made his family recipe which I knew would be delicious but terrible for you.  And it was.  

As much as I enjoy teaching yoga (I do), I love the community networking about the same amount.  Last night the majority of us are around the same age and share similar viewpoints about life, experience, the current state of affairs.  There was one student who is younger than the rest of us by a considerable amount.  I have watched him evolve and mellow through the last few years.  He offers insight and listens as opposed to talking over people if that makes sense.  I truly believe he enjoys attending the sessions and spending time with all of my clients.  One of my other clients is witty, dry and full of entertaining stories.  He never ceases to amaze me.

I watched game seven of the national league series.  Happy with the results as I have always been a Diamondback fan from my first stint in Phoenix from 99-01.  It is exciting to see new teams in the final series.  

Returning home, I cleared out my car and enjoyed another glass of wine.  Fell asleep on my couch and woke up around 3, unable to sleep.  I knocked over my water glass at 5:30 when the alarm went off.  Forgot to change days for the alarm which was not a welcome way to wake up.  I had finally fallen back to sleep.  Too lazy to deal with the water on my floor, I wiped off my phone, moved my laptop and prayed that my phone was not damaged.  I did not relish the idea of returning to T-mobile to have a third phone this year.  

Insomnia has been a recurring problem for me as of late.  My mind refuses to switch off.  I think of work, travel, friends from high school.  This morning, I had a phone dream around 6:30 as a result of the spilling water on my table...ugh.  I think I finally woke up at 7:45 which is late in my world.  Jacked up my day.  Then a few clients had to reschedule which threw me into a self-induced funk.  

That and catching up on the speaker vote was a trifle depressing.  I forced myself to listen to another podcast which was more uplifting and helpful.  I needed it.  I needed the reminder of why I chose to be on this path and provided some food for thought.   The man spoke of echos and how we create where we are, today, from our habits from 60 to 90 days ago.  Reflecting on that, it does make sense.  Some of my habits went to the wayside.  I was lenient with my consistency of following up with clients.  I knew I wanted a change but not how to do it.  It is time to think about where I want to be in six months.  Not worry about how to make it happen, but where I want to be.

Tonight, I will be in bed early.  Fully hydrated and relaxed.  I have written a list of tasks for tomorrow and know it is going to be a great day.  

Yoga at the Park

Last two chances to join yoga in the park.  It's grounding, earthy and fun.  Last weekend, a buffalo was an interloper.  Earlier in the summer, a hawk joined.  

Always great people watching, dogs, and an energetic flow.  I love this class!  I never know who will join or how we will flow.  All I know is that it is fantastic.  

Think about joining.  There is parking along 17th, Detroit, Fillmore, St. Paul, Steele.  We meet near the stoplight at 17th and Fillmore to enter the park.  Typically, we post up where there is a sun/shade option.  Last Saturday started off super chilly.  My clients showed up with leg warmers, socks, hats.  Midway through the class, everyone had stripped down to bask in the sunlight.  No hats.  No socks or leg warmers.

Think about joining.  I have a few yoga mats if needed.  It is amazing to practice outside.  I don't know how else to explain it.  Absorbing the earth energy, sunlight and vibe.  Looking forward to seeing you there!

Happy Hump Day and some improvements

Ankle is improving and I see many walks in my future.  I am incredibly thankful for my health.  When I was younger, the bounce back factor happened much quicker than now.  Now, I must take steps to baby whatever ailment I am dealing with.  For example, I spent three days elevating my leg, sleeping on my couch, soaking my feet in Epsom salts, wrapping my ankle in apple cider vinegar, icing, taking pain medication and resting.  I couldn't push it like I did in 2018.  I didn't really have a choice.  I had been hired at a high-volume restaurant and had thirteen days of training to complete.  

In hindsight, I should have gone to a physical therapist sooner than I did.  Stubbornly, I thought I would be able to right the injury.  I had not dealt with a high ankle sprain until that point and had no idea how difficult it would be to fix.  In my mind, I thought if I went to a doctor, the doctor would tell me to rest, ice, compress and take alleve--all of things that I was doing already.  It seemed foolish to pay someone to tell me to do things I was already doing.

However, looking back, had I gone to a physical therapist instead of a doctor, I probably could have avoided the lengthy recovery, all of the acupuncture I paid for (hoping to get some relief) and what is happening now.  Each time I tweak it, I sweat through the knowledge that I will be told I need to rebreak it to fix it.  I think that is my fear or the worst-case scenario.  It is there in my mind.  I avoided wearing a boot but probably should have.

I must be careful with my right ankle.  Each time I tweak it, it makes it worse, and my recovery takes longer.  The therapist the other day asked me how my achilles tendon was and I was so grateful to respond that it felt fine.  That would have been a tragedy.

I have been able to continue to teach yoga, daily.  I make a few modifications and focus on the client.  Balance will become an issue for me.  I know that I must make that a priority to strengthen and stabilize my ankle.  Perhaps a chiropractic adjustment is in my future.  It is all connected.  If I am overcompensating to address my weak ankle, everything else will be affected.  Plus, I could use a neck adjustment.  I do love having my neck cracked.

Midway through the week.  How is it going for you?  My week is pretty awesome.  More yoga.  More vision and productivity.  Plus, Chef Tom is visiting, which always improves my mood.  Here is to a successful remainder of the week!

Thankful Tuesday

New concept for me.  Typically, I would do a thankful Thursday post.  I think it flows better.  Yet, why not try a gratitude driven post on Tuesday?  I want to express my gratitude on a daily basis.  Either by journaling or writing down three to five things on a piece of paper and taping it to my water bottle.  If you don't know, my water bottle is my binkie.  I always have water available to me.  From experience I learned that it is mandatory.  A few dehydration episodes that were clear indicators of the importance of being hydrated.  Think face plant and nose abrasions.  Never again.

At any rate, I am thankful for my health, my community and access to water.   Last Saturday, I taught an outdoor session at City Park.  Midway through the session and we are interrupted by a buffalo.  This guy shows up and starts doing down dog, a little twerking and then rolls around in the grass.  It was funny.  A welcome interruption to the sequence.  

Afterwards, I walked to a market to pick up supplies, stopped by and saw a friend at a wine bar and made my way home.  I have been better about walking more.  All part of my desire to be health driven and capable.  Moreover, walking enables me to listen to podcasts or music.  A great opportunity to multi-task. 

I return home and twist my ankle.  Again.  Same one...F**K!  Immediately, I compress, elevate, ice and hope.  Hope that I am able to manage the pain and get back to my routine of health.  I found my preferred doctor through my community.  Roxanne mentioned utilizing the physical therapy services and chiropractors.  This business offers cupping, acupuncture, massage, cryotherapy, corrective exercises (which has been my sweet spot for the ankle injury), etc.  It is a fantastic healing business, and I am so thankful to my community that I found it.  

Not all chiropractors are the same.  I always knew that.  I wanted to avoid anyone that would want me to be reliant on their service multiple times a week.  Instead, I wanted someone who would adjust me and show me exercises I could perform at home to be healthy.   I found a chiropractor in 2018 who rehabilitated my right ankle.  He was a magician.  After two months of hobbling around and trying to self-diagnose and heal, I sought out someone to assist me.  This man was amazing.  He introduced me to cryotherapy, dry needling and the vascular flush.  Then he was revealed as a Qanon wizard.  A bit shocking to me.  He always seemed interested in helping me improve my mobility and strengthen my ankle.  Of course, he had some interesting comments during our sessions, but I overlooked them.  He closed his business as a result of his personal perspectives.  I have no idea if he is still in Denver or what he is doing. 

I had another chiropractor from when I first moved to Denver.  He sold his business to another man who is kind and I had seen a few times.  When I approached him to analyze my ankle (back in 2018), he told me I should use a bosu ball to balance.  Keep in mind, I had my foot in a brace to add stability.  I could barely walk and the idea of a bosu ball was terrifying.  That chiropractor was good to see if I had a minor adjustment needed.  He is kind and has a few tools up his sleeve that release tension.  I went to him for a sacrum adjustment, and it was not enough. I found that he was unable to crank on my sacrum which has been required a few times. My sacrum is another area of concern that every few months requires me to visit the chiropractor.  The release of the sacrum is how I reached out to Denver Sports Medicine.  I am so grateful that Roxanne had utilized their services in the past.

What are you grateful today?  My ankle feels so much better, and I know that I will be walking City Park tomorrow.  Because I am stubborn, I still taught a yoga class on Sunday.  I attempted to do some of the standing poses but avoided balance.  This morning, balance felt restored.  My afternoon session includes balance.  It will happen.

Be thankful today and express your gratitude.

Make your own

Listening to podcasts has been helpful.  Increasing my positivity, inspiring new recipes and making my own nut milk.  Yes, I listened to a podcast about restaurants and how they trick you with some of the wording of the menu.  How some use a blend of olive oil instead of pure olive oil.  The woman they interviewed gave couple hacks to use at home which included making your own nut milk.  I have been buying almond or cashew milk for the last few years in an attempt to decrease my dairy intake.  I abstained from eating cheese until I started dating Tom.  It seems unavoidable now.  He lives on a diet of nachos, tostadas, burritos.  All of which includes cheese.  So, I have become less restrictive of that dietary requirement.

I was intrigued by the nut milk recipe and its simplicity.  Why had I not considered doing this before?  It is mandatory to purchase organic nut butter or tahini.  I found a decent product at Trader Joe's that was affordable.  Take a quarter cup of tahini, three cups of water and blend.  Simple enough.  I think I will have to blend it again before use.  She also suggested adding turmeric and enjoying that concoction before bedtime.  I do love turmeric.  It has been difficult to find in Santa Fe, but I can usually find it in Denver.  Sometimes, Sprout's.  Typically, Natural Grocers or H Mart. 

There are products that I keep on hand.  Ginger, garlic, onions, turmeric and some sort of citrus.  Mandatory for juicing and mirepoix.  I have experimented with soups, sauces and simple meals.  I see more use of my pressure cooker that I purchased in 2016 to make kitchari.  I need to expand my comfort with preparing protein.  As we move into autumn and winter, I will use my stove and oven.  During the summer it doesn't make sense to add heat into my apartment.  As noted, I do not enjoy the comforts of air conditioning since my landlord will not allow it.  However, she has air conditioning which is a conflict in my mind.  I can suffer through the summer while she has no clue to the amount of heat is within the building.

Do more with less and create your happiness.  I have to remind myself (sometimes) that I chose to be in the exact position that I am in now.  I had to move beyond my limitations.  The doubt that surrounds me is all encompassing when I am sleeping.  I need help getting out of my own way.  Any suggestions?

I will update you on how the nut milk works out.  I might need a bigger blender to make it better.  We shall see.  Enjoy your Saturday.  Cheers!  🍷🍷🍷

Looking back on the week and other upcoming opportunities

Happy Friday!  It has been a week.  More productivity in the yoga sense, blogging and being consistent.  In addition, I chatted up two potential employers this week as a part-time gig.  I know that it is mandatory for me to have some sort of work while building the business.  It just makes sense for me.  There are a few options with teaching at studios; yet, I have not gone that route.  Sure, it would expose me to more potential clients that enjoy yoga and perhaps might like my style.  I have not deep dove into the subconscious about this subject.  Maybe I want to keep that aspect of my life, pure.  Meaning, not being told how to teach based on which studio I would hook up with.  There is that factor to consider.

At any rate, I approached a more corporate business that has the welcoming package dialed in.  They know exactly what they are looking for and how to protect their brand.  I like the structure and flexibility of it.  The other spot is more mom and pop's feeling.  A local spot that I am able to walk to.  I did a training session last night and managed to answer the phone.  Typically, I do not like being the person to answer phone calls in businesses.  Mostly since I cannot hear what the person is saying.  It might be a me issue, but I find myself avoiding that task.  

I was closest to the phone and so I answered it.  The gentleman inquired about the hours of the establishment, and I told him what I was told to say.  Then, he continued with--I have another question for you.... would you be interested in a friend with benefit situation???

I was like--excuse me.  What did you say?

He repeats his request and I stumble with an answer.  Who asks this question sight unseen?  The owner was staring at me wanting to know why I was still on the phone.  After I inform him of the conversation, he disappears to the basement to look at the caller ID.  I sense this side gig will be highly entertaining.  

I tried to think outside of my normal box.  Retail or working in a liquor store.  I like that idea since it is physically demanding and interacting with people.  The hours are manageable.  Maybe discounts are an incentive?  All positive things.

Brie and I met for lunch and were brainstorming.  She and I, both, tend to return to what is familiar.  I am slowly creating this new lane for me, and I encouraged her to do the same.  Listening to podcasts which are healing/healthy/mindset driven is forcing me to think about what I am good at instead of what I always have done.  I do enjoy listening, writing, assisting people with their health goals.  What is holding me back?  

Enjoy your Friday!  Are you living your best life?  Are there signs you are avoiding remaining in the comfort lane?  Is there one change you can make to shift your perspective/path?  Think about it and make it a great day!

Listen to your body

More and more I am understanding how much my body is changing.  Getting older is fantastic, lol.  No longer am I able to enjoy foods I love.  For example, legumes.  Specifically, lentils and pinto beans.  I bought a pressure cooker to prepare kitchari, an ayurvedic dish.  My spiritual mentor suggested that I incorporate the most complete protein meal into my weekly rotation.  You can use mung beans or lentils.  I found that I preferred lentils and was committed to preparing this dish on a regular basis.  Especially in the fall as it becomes cooler.  

In the last few months, I have recognized how my body is affected after eating these foods.  Bloating and other irritability which is curbing my desire to eat these foods.  I notice it most when I visit Santa Fe.  Who doesn't want pinto beans to accompany their tamales?  Or, I have stopped eating posole to minimize the irritation while visiting Tom.  I know he doesn't love when I feel subpar.  Thankfully, La Choza had other dishes that I enjoy.  Still, my favorite dish is a cup of posole and a side of pinto beans.  I can continue to enjoy chips with the pinto beans.

Garlic is also becoming pesky for me.  I love garlic. I always have garlic on hand to enhance any dish that I am preparing.  I think I need to reconsider how to season my homecooked meals to avoid some of the irritability.  Since I am trying to be more accountable for what I am putting into my body, I am learning things I need to change or modify.  I think small changes make it more appealing.  I wish that I could cut out dining out completely, but I know that I would freak out.  I do not think that I am capable of preparing all of my meals for myself.  I like to be taken care of too much.

We must listen to our bodies.  Things change as I am sure that you know.  They say taste buds change every seven years and I believe it.  I have seen some of the changes that I have made during my life.  Moderation is key.

I am so thankful that I was forced to take a zero hour typing class.  I use this still.  Most days.  I love knowing that I can type, write and form a sentence.  There is something to be said about this sill.

Listen to your body.  If it doesn't feel right, don't eat it or participate.  We do sense, energetically, wheat makes sense.  Own it and thrive.

Staying the course

Donation class is at 9:30. September represents hedonism and indulgence for me each year.  Possibly since it is my birthday month and I tend to go all out.  Even when I try to temper my tendencies, I still am excessive.  

October begins and I am forced to reassess my priorities.  Rest, reset, recalibrate.  Specifically, this year, it is a must.  I spent ten days in Santa Fe celebrating the wine and chile festival. Wine seminars, tastings and bubbles.  Nonstop celebrating.  And I loved every minute of it.  To conclude my visit, we soaked at 10,000 Waves in a private tub.  Also, a tradition it seems.  

Now, I must scale it back.  It has been a soberish beginning to this month.  Soberish in that I am slowing down.  Instead of dining out, I am preparing food at home.  I found a cabbage and rice recipe that is surprisingly good.  Cabbage is not normally in my rotation of foods that I prepare.  I am trying to cut down on waste which is inspiring me to try new things.  The cabbage was utilized in a tuna and onion salad, too.  It has been interesting to experiment with flavors and see what works best.  The pressure cooker cabbage and rice suggested using Indian spices.  Cumin, coriander, garlic, ginger, turmeric all were incorporated into the dish.  I would tweak it and go heavier on the spices.  That would be my preference.

Walking more and hoping to lessen my carbon footprint.  Sometimes it is impossible to not drive.  For example, my eye exam last week was in Littleton at 8 am.  The bus could have worked but it would have been a very early morning for me.  Plus, I had a sunrise class to teach and other obligations before heading to the appointment.  

I know there is room for improvement and that I can do better.  Each day.  I can do better, and I intend to string along some days to become consistent.  I must be consistent.  

I refuse to return to my old habits.  They are enticing and I see them, clearly, beckoning me to distract myself with them.  Like a siren song.  Seriously, I walked to Trader Joe's earlier this morning which is located next to a wine bar.  Briefly, I thought about what the harm is in stopping by for one glass of wine.  Instead of pursuing that tangent, I continued with my errands.  Maybe I am committed to creating new habits.

I know that I will need to change it up and add other foods to my week.  I will not sustain on cabbage and rice alone.  Cooking at home is such a huge change up for my routine.  May I consider that enough of a change and reward myself?  Any advice?  I am tempted to pick up a nebbiolo to enjoy with my red sauce.  

October Calendar of yoga events and classes

I am trying something new.  Posting my calendar that is open to change honestly.  I believe in having a little flexibility in my schedule.  However, this is a way to keep me consistent and pushing myself forward.  No more dialing it in.

I am comfortable staying in the lane of doing what feels right.  I remember my first tarot reading that I received in Melbourne, Australia.  The reader was explaining my cards and mentioned that I should be a teacher or healer.  That my decision to remain in the service industry would be concluding within three years.  Keep in mind, this was 2007.  

I returned home and immediately went back to work.  Back to what I knew and what was familiar to me.  Eventually, in 2014, I decided to pursue a yoga teaching certification.  I signed up with a school in Arizona and attended classes over the next year.  I received my 200-hour certification in 2015.  

Since 2015, I have taught yoga, and it has become a huge part of my life.  Slowly.  I remained ensconced with what I knew, what I was comfortable with.  When the pandemic started, I was forced to think outside of the box.  Colorado shut down for about two and a half months.  I couldn't work.  I saw a handful of friends where we would meet to walk a nearby park.  Outside of that I was alone.

I was fortunate that I had yoga in my back pocket.  I learned how to teach virtual classes and was able to communicate with people on a regular basis.  Weekly, I offered multiple classes, daily, and saw friends from all over the country.  

They are still discovering all of the trauma that occurred during the pandemic for people being alone in their homes.  At any rate, I have been teaching consistently since the pandemic.  My clients have ebbed and flowed which is normal.  In my own practice, I break up with my personal trainer at least once a year.  I want her to bring it every session.  When I feel that she isn't, I take a break from her.  I feel that my clients are similar.  In addition--injury, pregnancy, life happens--also interferes with a consistent yoga practice.  

And, I always had the service industry to fall back on.  I think in the last two years, I have been too reliant on it.  Instead of pushing myself into learning more about being my own boss, I have been more than happy to work weekends at a restaurant.  I still will do something to supplement my income.  In addition, I am holding myself accountable to grow more.  Evolve my business and make it more sustainable.  I can no longer dial it in.

As a result, here is this month's calendar.  Consider joining an outdoor park session on Saturday.  Or one of the donation-based Tuesday morning classes at the Jazzercise Studio.  It is a wonderful way to get a taste of what I offer.  Of course, I love the Detox to Retox Yoga session.  I think that is my baby.  It has evolved into a community class.  And it has inspired me to be more creative with items that I have to sample afterwards.  In the past, cooking eggplant seemed like a mess.  A ton of olive oil to cook through it.  I have a recipe in my wheelhouse that I love.  I roast the eggplants and create baba ghanoush.  There is a greek dip that is a crowd favorite and seasonally, I look forward to autumn creations.

I intend to add an early morning class virtually.  I am considering Thursday at 6 :15.  Also, being more content driven with my social media.  I am releasing some of my childhood fears and hoping to be more authentic in posting on social media.  This segways to this blog.  I am embracing putting myself out there. No more staying in the comfort of the lane that I know.  Life is short.  I know that I have written about this numerous times.  How do you want to spend the rest of your life?  Stressed?  Comfortable?  Or do you want to challenge boundaries that you have manufactured for yourself?  I choose to challenge and grow.  No more being comfortable.

Until next time, celebrate, enjoy and taste life!

Chaos ensues

What a day!  I woke up to check my rear driver's side tire.  Last night before I went into work, my neighbor mentioned that my back tire was flat.  Panicked, briefly.  My neighbor fixes and flips cars on a regular basis.  Of course, he had a mini air compressor that would be able to inflate my tire.  He noted that I should watch it but he didn't see any obstructions in the tire.  I drove to work and when I was finished, I felt that the tire had held the air.  Grateful, I went to bed and rested easily.  

I woke up this morning knowing that I had a full day ahead of me.  Donation based class at 9:30, eye appointment down south at 12:30 with a follow up beverage to thank my friend, virtual class at 3:15 and finally a Detox to Retox session at 6 pm.  Somewhere during this full day I needed to complete the prep work for the yoga happy hour.  Cut vegetables, create the dishes and ensure that I had proper plateware.  I was excited for my eye appointment.  It has been over a year and a half since my last exam.  Religiously, I schedule eye exams.  Until my optometrist retired and didn't tell me.  Oh, another disappointment of the pandemic.

Regardless, I knew I needed to be productive.  

I woke up.  Did my normal routine--juice, make coffee, listen to a podcast, clean juicer and take vitamins.  I went outside to check my tire and it was visibly losing air.  I considered airing it up at a nearby service station and reconsidered.  I called a tire shop that was open in route to the gas station.  I wanted to assess how busy they were and try to get the tire patched as soon as possible.  I had left my apartment in leisure ware and sporting glasses.  Looking sharp, lol.  The tire shop was open and had opportunity to assess the leak if I was able to get there soon.

I returned home, changed into yoga attire, grabbed my yoga mat and gear before heading to east Colfax.  I was attended to immediately and notified that I had ran over a screw.  They would be unable to patch it due to the location of the screw.  CRAP!  

I tried to assess the best way to proceed.  I could drive my car home to shower before my class and wait for them to contact me about when they had the new tire.  Or I could leave the car at the tire shop.  Walk to the jazzercise studio to teach the 9:30 class.  I was prepared with my yoga mat and mats.  I chose to leave my car and head north towards the jazzercise studio.  I only regretted not including my charger in case my phone died.

I texted my optometrist that I would need to reschedule.  I didn't think I could fit that in the mix without a vehicle.  The tire shop guys seemed confident that the car would be available around 11.  

My early class went well.  The lady that joined offered to give me a ride back to the tire shop or my neighborhood.  I took her up on it so that I could shower, prep and figure out that car situation.  After prepping for about an hour, I decided to walk towards Colorado Blvd to seek out lunch.  I would be halfway to the tire shop and get a walk in.

I was notified that Freya was ready to be picked up.  My only regret is that I cannot see my optometrist until October.  Otherwise, it has been a great day.  My ankle is healing.  My health is good, and I managed to drop off and collect my car without hiring a car or feeling like that was my only option.  I listened to podcasts and completed my prep work for tonight's session.  

Then I thought about where I started and where I am currently at with this happy hour session.  Initially, I had someone helping me with the shopping, menu creation and execution.  I relied on him to set it up while I taught yoga.  Eventually, we parted ways and although fearful, I knew that I would be able to do this on my own.  Perhaps I am not as creative as he was, but I am learning and unafraid of trying new things.  I do miss him for the cleanup, lol.  

Why is it that we are so afraid of doing our own thing?  Why I feel insistent that I must work for someone else to feel productive?  The subconscious mind is doing numbers on me currently.  I refuse to give up or settle.  We are capable of doing whatever we put our minds to.  Sometimes I forget that.

Enjoy your night.  Do something creative!

Upcoming yoga classes

Happy Hour yoga?  Damn right it's good!  Why not stop by the studio and check out a class?  Tomorrow night there is an opportunity to do just that.  6 pm.  

In addition, if you are more of a morning person, I am offering a donation-based class at 9:30 am.  Same location.  Every now and then I enjoy checking out new studios, instructors, etc. and like the aspect of it being donation-based.  

The studio is lovely.  Ample parking and a welcoming vibe.

In other news, I have every intention of being more accountable with my blogging. I know that I have said it in the past.  

This year has been interesting.  Trying to navigate my business while clients ebb and flow more than the last two years.  Covid did create a captive audience of sorts.  People chose to work out virtually so they could get some sort of movement.  That was one of the only positives for me during the shutdown.  I could interact with friends via zoom, and it helped me build my yoga brand.  Then the pandemic ended (thankfully for everyone out there) and people could return to the gym.  I do have some virtual classes on a weekly basis, but it has been challenging to pick up new clients.  I am determined to grow and expand yoga.  I am enjoying teaching way too much to decrease it from my life.  Still, I have doubts and struggle with the negative subconscious fears about going out on my own.  Am I doing the right thing?  Can I do it?  Why do I feel as if I am only in survival mode?  Maybe I should take all of October and only listen to positive meditations.  Or truly focus on the gratitude journal.  I know that I am committed to this road and all of the unknowns.  There are many of those.

Til then I will plot yoga pop-ups and offer weekly classes.  Think about joining--virtually or in person.

yoga, heat and other issues

Last night's session was a success.  New people and gorgeous energy.  We had a nice ice breaker where I learned a few new things about some of my clients.  One was named after a character in Little House on the Prairie.  Another, with the same name, was named after a Stephen King novel.  It was entertaining and a great way to start the experience.

Since Tuesday, I have been hiding out in my apartment.  As it has been 96 plus, daily (yuck) I became discouraged by the heat.  And, yes, I know that it could be worse.  Much, much worse.  There are heat waves around the country, wildfires, flooding.  It is manageable in Denver for the most part.  I am bitter that I am unable to use the air conditioning unit that I have.  I think this might be my final summer in this apartment.  Trying to sleep when it is that hot is uncomfortable.  I tried the method of wetting a washcloth and placing it on my chest or around my neck.  It is okay.  Not fantastic.  I still woke up around 3:30 and lamented the heat.  I am over it!  I am ready for relief and a pure night of sleep.

I am trying to figure out a space for the fall and winter months.  The park has been fantastic, and I am very thankful that people have been consistently attending.  The 9 am time slot has been perfect.  Not too early and still ample time to enjoy the day.  I do not know how to make it work at the Jazzercise studio as the first opportunity to teach yoga is 7 am or after 10:30 on the weekends.  I do not know how that sounds to my clients.  7 am seems early and the 11 am slot might not be approachable for people who enjoy watching football among other weekend activities.  It is something that I am pondering.  Where to teach yoga once the weather changes.

I keep being reminded that we do create our realities.  I have been wanting to work for myself.  I am trying to make it happen. Some days are incredibly productive and wins.  Other days, the mindset is full of doubts, fears, insecurities.  I find myself thinking of returning to the service industry full time to ensure having income continuing.  But that thought is terrifying.  I know that I am making a difference by teaching yoga and building community.  I am good at it and I enjoy it.  

I suppose that is why people insist you find your own why when embarking on being an entrepreneur.  Why they insist you have to know what that is for you personally.  Otherwise, it is easy to return to doing what you have always done.  Why is that the norm?

I should meditate more.  I think that will help me stay on this chosen course.  I intend to teach yoga and build community.

Make it a beautiful day!

Let's do This

Class tomorrow night.  Hey, Denver....join me!

I have great snacks prepared.... baba ghanoush, cowboy caviar, pineapple salad and cheese/crackers.  I love this session.  Combining two of the things I love.  Yoga and food.  Well, three things.  The building community component is pretty incredible.  6 pm.  3435 e 28th St in Denver.  Yoga.  Wine.  Light appetizers.

It is hotter than hades in Denver.  Well, at least in my apartment.  No air conditioning will do that.  In some ways, I suppose I am trying to improve the climate change.  Or that is what I am telling myself.  No, my landlady refuses to allow her tenants to enjoy comforts of air conditioning.  A complete racket and ridiculous.  I am sustaining and trying to make the best of it.

Today I posted a motivation post that was more authentic than I have been recently.  I have been struggling to identify what makes sense to me.  It has been convenient to rely on the service industry and what I know.  Work weekends for supplemental income.  I enjoy it.  I do.  Still, I know it could be better.  It should be better.  I could laser focus on making yoga work.

What is holding me back?

Isn't that a question that we all ask ourselves at some point?  Why stay in the comfortable lane?  Why listen to the convenient upbringing story we recite to ourselves?  Why not move forward?  Push out of the fog?

Think about it in your life.  Perhaps join me tomorrow for the Detox to Retox yoga session at 6.  Or consider the donation class at 9:30. Same studio space and opportunity to build community.  

Do something that you normally do not do.  Carve out your space and build a foundation.  We can do this!

 

Currently

Being domestic and chilling in Santa Fe.  It always takes me a minute to settle in and vibe.  I don't think I can help myself.  I need that chile fix.  Oh, and a margarita before taking on what it means to be in Santa Fe.  

This time around, I had arranged multiple donation-based classes.  To my dismay, I had to cancel Monday (rain).  Tuesday was not as promoted as I would have liked (something I can improve on) and this morning, I chose to focus on the positive.  School is starting.  People have plans.  It is Indian Market.  I can be consistent.  I cannot be negative.  

Virtual classes have been encouraging.  Always something I rely on.  And I reach people from all over the States.  It isn't a regional thing.  I have met people who I vibe with and choose to do yoga with me. I must pursue more of that and stop limiting myself.  Stop feeling from a survival mindset.  I know better than this.  

Sometimes, it is difficult to break out of those known worldviews.  I grew up hearing---money doesn't grow on trees.  Or only buy it if you can purchase it with cash.

Looking back, I could have better credit and points had I paid with my credit card.  Unfortunately, I have the neverending playlist of my dad in my head.... don't do it, if you can't pay with cash.  I think of how many trips I could have paid with (at least partially) with points had I paid with my credit card.  Let your money make money for you.

Yet, I had the midwestern belief.  I could not really avoid it in all honesty.  My parents were the voice of reason and what I listened to even as a young adult.  Now, I know different.  And I hope my nieces/nephews opt to find their own path.  Build their wealth.  Invest in their futures.  We should teach finance in schools.  We should teach how to manage your money in schools.  And yes, we should teach changing a tire in schools.  Why are we less able to take care of ourselves?

Think about that while you enjoy your afternoon coffee or tea.  Be present and make choices that improve your life.

Coming to Santa Fe

 I love visiting Santa Fe.  I lived here for a little over a year back in 2014.  Managed to cultivate friendships, have an appreciation for the amazing food and enjoy the yoga scene.  I frequented a few of the studios and maintained connections with other yogi's.  

Offering pop ups in Santa Fe seemed like a fantastic way to combine things I love--yoga, connecting with people and travel.  Then I met Tom again and solidified this.  Since we started dating, I have been traveling back and forth, monthly.  And he visits Denver.  Perhaps not as often as I venture down south but we are both committed to making this work and seeing where it leads.

At any rate, starting Monday, check out one of these pop-up opportunities.  9:00 am at Ft.  Marcy Park.  Ample parking and a lovely space.  I like to post up under the trees near the walkway.   A little shade goes a long way in Santa Fe.  Plus, there is something about practicing yoga outdoors.  Incredible earth energy and opportunity to be very present surrounded by nature.  

The happy hour class at Chomp Food Hall should be delightful.  Meeting upstairs for yoga.  Afterwards there are adult beverages available and food for purchase.  The space is lovely.  Great parking and let's support local businesses.  I do love the wine selection.  

Wednesday morning meet me at Rose Park--one of my favorite parks in Santa Fe.  It is smaller than Ft. Marcy but the roses are divine.   Typically, there are tai chi classes, yoga or people working out in this park.  

Bring your mat, some water and your gorgeous energy.  I will be planning pop-ups in September.  Stay tuned for details!

Spread kindness and joy

I have been in Kansas the last few days.  It was lovely to spend time with the Littles and see my dad.  We grilled steaks, enjoyed tacos, and I brought Juno (my juicer).  Initially, I thought I would leave her home and not juice for while at my sister's house.  Yet, then I realized that I had a considerable amount of watermelon that would go bad if I didn't utilize it.  And several red bell peppers and a few other vegetables.  I hate wasting produce.  

And, sometimes, I impulse buy produce.  Bell peppers are on sale.  Yes, I need them even if I do not at all.  I like the idea of a sale, lol.  I overindulged on the watermelon and peppers.  Oh, and tomatoes.  I found tomatoes for 99 cents a pint and couldn't not buy three pints.  The tomatoes, watermelon, strawberries and peppers made their way to Kansas with me.  I managed to avoid juicing in front of my nephew, Mason.  He wakes up later than I do and I did not know how involved he would want to be.  I believed he would want to run the juicer with me.  He didn't.  

So, I used watermelon, pepper, ginger, turmeric and berries today.  It did not go over well.  I think the ginger was too spicy for Mason.  Perhaps when he is a tad bit older, he will enjoy the fresh juice daily.  I swear by it.

Many times, in the last few weeks, I have chosen to remain positive.  Instead of sinking into that lower energy frequency, I have forced myself to take a few additional breaths to remain calm.  Refusing to engage in road rage, nasty emails or situations that I can control.  I am able to focus on kindness and joy.  I suppose part of that is due to the fact that I am viewed reviews where it is evident that the customer is emotional.  It comes across in the tone of their explanation or reasoning as to why they are reviewing a service.  My suggestion, instead of immediately posting a review, sleep on it.  Take the night to reflect on how you really are feeling.  Maybe consider your participation in it.  Or why you are truly upset.  Were you mad that the server didn't pay enough attention (in your opinion) to your birthday?  Or that your dining companion knew the owner at some point?  Take a moment and recognize that most people are doing the best that they can.  We are still recovering from the shut down and how to navigate and maneuver social interactions.  Be kind, not entitled.

I am off of the soap box.  Perhaps, I am getting older and realize that these are petty things to put energy into.  Road rage, responding to yelp reviews or emails that are aggressive.  I intend to respond with kindness and joy.  Take the emotion out of it and keep it moving.

Measurement, reflection and yoga classes in July

Happy July!  Maybe this is the month to reflect and measure what 2023 has been like for you.  Instead of focusing on Christmas in July, think about how you would like to spend the remainder of the year.  Are you still achieving your goals you set up in January?  Have you backslid?  How do you intend to focus on achieving those goals?  Or improving yourself?  

I recognize that I should be doing more.  More marketing.  More networking.  Being visible on social media creating content that is relevant.  Daily.  And believe that I am on the right path.  Today, I had three clients show up at City Park.  The weather was good.  Not insane, yet, at 9 a.m.

Good flow.  Powerful.  More strength driven than normal.  Typically, I try to make it available to anyone who joins.  It felt appropriate to go harder today.  I am thankful that I did that.  I need to remind my clients that I like to challenge them and change it up.  

Speaking of clients, there are a few opportunities to do yoga in Denver and Santa Fe.  Tomorrow, at Ft. Marcy Park, I am hosting a happy hour class at 5 pm.  It is donation based.  Sixty minutes of yoga and network.  Or, join me at Rose Park on Wednesday a.m.  Another yoga pop up class.  I intend to offer additional classes in August and September.

In Denver, there are two morning classes at the Jazzercise Studio available.  7/11 and 7/25.  9:30 a.m.  The Jazzercise Studio is a sweet spot.  Welcoming, inviting and great parking.  I am hoping to offer a weekly class, eventually.  For the time being, I like the flexibility of being able to travel to Santa Fe to offer yoga there, too.  And see Tom.  I am attempting to build up a practice and following in Santa Fe as well.  

I will talk more about the Detox to Retox Yoga session.  End of July.  Tuesday night.  Always a fun time.  Be on the lookout for event details.  

I hope you are able to attend a session.  Or, check out a new class in your area.  Get movement.  Enjoy sunshine and spread kindness!  Let's make this July great!

Text messsaging

I rely, every day, on this form of communication.  I was so resistant to obtaining a phone.  I was unwilling to be available to people at all times.  I remember being indignant.  Why should I be available at all times?  I liked my independence and people leaving messages on the answering machine.  Yes, I do know what that is.  

Then, Brian died.  Suddenly, I was traveling, solo (more frequently) and kept hearing the echo of my sister's voice in my head.  (Get a phone, dummy).  I need to know where you are, who you are with, that you aren't stuck in Utah (the JLo/Billy Bob Thorton Movie, U-Turn).  Michaela was adamant that I was in communicado.  I bought a phone to appease my sister.  

I began dating this man who understood my need for communication.  I had been involved with a man, prior, who I always made excuses for.  He would drop off the face of the earth and I would make excuses for him.  Looking back, it was like I was walking in the Sahara Desert.  My crazy, ultimately, did not line up with his crazy.  He would never be able to fulfill my love of communication.   I do not regret that love and relationship. Ultimately, we traveled well, ate well, drank well.  We hurt each other in ways that I didn't understand. He could never be the man that I wanted him to be.  He enjoyed being the Mayor of his stretch of community.  I only wish we could have finished on better terms.  Isn't that what second loves teach us?  He was an incredible lesson.  I do not regret that that.  I wish him the best.  

Currently, I am involved with someone I did not ever imagine would transpire.   Older, wiser, kind.... he understands me in ways that others have not.    He calls.  He texts.  He listens.

He would text me when he woke.  Call me back if I butt-dialed.  Text me, daily, to say good night.  It has been nonstop for over a year.  I am reliant on it.  

So, when that system breaks down, I implode.  I re-examine the last text I receive from him.  Some silly text about my boobs.  Typically, he is observant.  Engaging in making me feel tremendous.  Truly, he is an incredible man.  

I call him.  I text him.  I wait.  When he doesn't respond. I am at a loss.  I try to be positive.  I reach out to his friends.  Hopeful.  His car isn't at his house.  Promising news.

But then he isn't at work.  It doesn't track.  Still no communication from the person that texts me, at least, 50 times a day.  Seriously, I have forced myself to delete texts to clear up space on my phone.  27.000 texts deleted in a year.  Is that normal?

He is safe.  At home.  I am giving him space to figure out his next chapter.  Irritated, at times.  Not lying. I became reliant on the constant back and forth.  I miss my sparring partner.

Upcoming Detox to Retox Yoga Session

Next Tuesday.  6 pm.  Join me for a mixed level flow for a sixty-minute session.  Followed by light snacks--I see a Mediterranean dip making an appearance--and wine and tequila.  

The beauty of this experience is that it combines movement, breathwork and then the opportunity to build community.  Recently, I spoke with a new friend in Denver about her thoughts on yoga in Denver (specifically).  Every city that I have practiced in offers a unique style of yoga.  In Phoenix (which I loved) it was power driven.  Santa Fe more spiritual.  I stumbled upon an amazing studio in Minneapolis which I had not anticipated.  I have enjoyed yoga in multiple cities in Texas, Nashville, D.C. and abroad.  For the most part I have been very happy with what I have experienced.  I always loved the community in Phoenix.  

There are studios in Denver that were more spiritual and others that were more donation based.  And then there is a huge franchise of studios that is available in Colorado and other states.  I like there is an array of studios available.  Yet, the community feels a little fractured.  I have not actually attended a studio since the pandemic.  One of the studios that I did attend often has decreased the yoga presence.  They no longer have an audience since the pandemic.

This woman mentioned that she had yet to find a studio to call home in Denver.  I invited her to my Saturday morning city park session, and she came.  It was awesome!  Afterwards she thanked me for including her and introducing my community.

Community is something we all are hoping to build.  That truly what teaching yoga is to me.  Sharing my love of yoga and connecting people.  I love it.

Please consider joining Tuesday!  My email is available on the flier.  It is a fun yoga event.  

Celebrating my new class at a studio

 

Announcing a new group class at the Denver Capitol Hill Jazzercise Studio.  It is located 28th and Madison in Denver.  Ample parking.  Sweet vibes and opportunity to attend a yoga class.  Why not?  When is the last time you stepped out of your comfort zone and tried something new?  I intend to check out one of the jazzercise classes soon.  I want to be supportive of that community as well.

I will continue to put up fliers, post on social media and believe in my desire to share yoga with people.  Last weekend was a wash.  I had tried to host a session on Saturday at City Park on Saturday.  Rain crushed that idea and I rescheduled to Sunday and woke up to more rain.  I do love that it isn't hot AF, yet.  I have been enjoying sporting hoodies at time in late May.  

I have a yoga park session arranged in Santa Fe on 6/19.  Ft. Marcy Park for an afternoon session.  I hope to offer a class in Santa Fe, monthly, thru October.  Denver will have a few classes during the month, offered bi-weekly.  City Park Sessions on Saturdays and the Detox to Retox class.  Potentially offering two of those as the summer continues. I am conflicted.  My life is in Denver, but I am enticed by my relationship in Santa Fe.  Thankfully, Tom is a patient man.  He is supportive and knows that I have a life up in Denver.  And a thriving yoga business.  Plus, there is the Thai massage place, Korean Spa and other spots that I frequent.

Not going to lie.... Santa Fe has a lot to offer, too.  Tom is there. I have some yoga clients and opportunity.  The best dumplings can be found there at Dumpling Cafe.  I try to live at La Choza when I am in town.  One visit, if not two.  I love the posole, green chile and salsa.  So many amazing breakfast burritos--El Chile Torreador, Alicia's, Counter Culture, Tune Up, Santa Fe Baking, Horseman's Haven.  I love the breakfast burrito factor.   Did I mention that Tom is there?  😏

The spas are spectacular.  Ojo Caliente, 10,000 Waves, Jemez Springs.  Makes me so happy to soak and focus on self-care.  In the meantime, I am ecstatic to be in Denver to cultivate more friendships and yoga.  Connecting people and building community.  

If you are interested in more information, please email me at tastelifeyoga@gmail.com.  

New neighborhoods and reflecting on Katrina

New month.  New opportunities and neighborhoods.  I found a new studio space about a mile and a half north of me.  I have driven through that neighborhood and even stayed at an airbnb over there.  Actually, it is one of my favorite rentals in Denver.  They offer a barrel sauna and a hot tub.  Talk about speaking my love language.  Self-care in a few different forms.

I drove over and put up a few fliers in the neighborhood.  There is a coffee shop/rotating tap room on the corner of York and 28th that I have driven by but not stopped into.  Until today.  I returned home after picking up more fliers for the donation class on Tuesday mornings at the studio and walked over to the coffee shop.  It was perfect.  About twenty-five minutes since I cut through City Park.  I chilled while absorbing some of the vibes of the spot.  Definitely neighborhood folks and a few tourists.  People were friendly and imbibing a mix of coffee and beer.  

I have been deep diving into Hurricane Katrina.  I have always loved New Orleans from my first visit in 1998.  I remember finishing my sociology midterm and heading out to Mardi Gras.  Sarah and I drove down and arrived in Baton Rouge the next day.  I had relatives that lived there from our exchange student, Vino.  Vino is Malaysian and quite a few of his cousins had moved to Baton Rouge.  Three of his cousins hosted us.  The first house we were set to stay in had cats and Sarah is deathly allergic to cats.  Thankfully, one of his uncles stepped in and offered to let us stay at their home.  Their only request was that we would have to participate in karaoke.  They had a machine and a big screen tv.  I rarely participate and Sarah is tone deaf.  Still, she sang Desperado if I remember correctly.  

We headed to NOLA the next day without a plan. We were young and determined to celebrate Mardi Gras.  We convinced ourselves that we would sleep in her truck or find somewhere to crash for the night.  We would be safe amongst the hundreds of tourists partying in the city.  Our only concern was getting beads and having fun.  Sarah's aunt always booked a room at the Sheraton on Canal Street.  She lived in Texas but always went to Mardi Gras.  Eventually after lecturing us on our naivety, she offered to let us stay on her hotel floor.  She did let us know that it would cost her $50 an armband.  It always made me laugh knowing that Vino's family had no problem accommodating the allergies of Sarah and moved us with no resistance.

At any rate, we made it through that celebration and returned the following year with another trio of friends.  We arranged to stay in Metarie and take a cab to and from.  Again, we had a fantastic time.  Checking out the French Quarter, Cafe Du Monde, Jackson Square.  I cannot speak to the food since we were young, and the majority of restaurants were packed with other inebriated tourists trying to celebrate the debauchery.  I remember eating crawfish and the hurricanes at Pat O'Brien's.  We mostly stayed on Bourbon Street.

In 2004 or 05, I flew to the city with Sara Jo.  I convinced her that we should have a proper trip.  Stay in the Garden District and spend time in the quarter and Marigny.  I kept hearing about great food and bars outside of the quarter.  We took the trolley car until it broke down.  I looked at the map wrong and headed away from the Quarter towards Tulane.  In my defense, my ear wouldn't pop, and I was having difficulty hearing.  I told Sara she should never rely on my sense of direction.

Dined at Muriel's, had beers at D.B.A., Adolfo's and a few other spots in the financial district. It was my first-time perusing Magazine St.  I had a glass from the Bull Dog for a while.  I remember it breaking around the time that Brian died.  It is funny how we remember associations.  I think Sara still has hers.  It was my first time enjoying the restaurant scene.  We did find a few daq shacks (a must do in my opinion) and of course, found the Hotel Monteleone for a sazerac.  

My next trip was post Katrina on a cross country road trip.  I was with two friends from Arizona.  I agreed to meet them in Florida if we stopped in New Orleans for one night.  They hated it.  She couldn't believe all of the visible destruction.  She was completely uncomfortable walking around the Quarter and the Marigny.  I think had I been agreeable we would have left in the middle of the night.  I insisted on going to Cafe Du Monde, Lafitte's, Hotel Monteleone and we dined at Adolfo's.  In hindsight, I should have known better.  These friends were not open to exploring cities.  They prefer spending time in the safety of their bubble.

Since then, I have been back on three other occasions.  Celebrated my 40th birthday with 5 of my girlfriends there.  I have had some of the best meals of my life in New Orleans.  Commander's Palace, Compare Lepin, Revolution, Parkside Po'Boy's, Arnaud's, Galatoires's, Seaworthy.  So many other local spots that always offered delicious fare.  Perhaps not during Mardi Gras when I was 21.  Completely different experience, lol.  And I still have not attended Jazz Fest.

After watching Treme, again, I wanted to listen to podcasts about the aftermath.  I am a David Simon fan.  It took me awhile to get into the Wire but once I did, I couldn't stop watching it.  I have watched the Deuce, We Own This City, The Plot Against America, Show me a Hero and Treme.  Treme was similar to the Wire.  It took me a minute to get into the music.  It is a beautiful series with fantastic character development.  I rewatched it recently and found myself wanting more information about the hurricane, aftermath, how NOLA got to where it is at now.  

I remember waking up at a bed and breakfast in Denver on August 29th to the news of the hurricane.  Brian and I had celebrated our 3rd anniversary.  There was this amazing bed and breakfast in Denver that felt like you were in a different city in spite of it being about a half mile from my apartment.  The bed and breakfast didn't offer t.v.'s.  So, we would entertain ourselves listening to a.m. radio.  Prime baseball time and there was news about the hurricane.  

I remember watching the people at the Superdome, flooded streets and chaos.  So much chaos and disconnects.  I was unaware of the majority of the rest of it.  It was no longer about the trauma that they had experienced since life continued.  What happened to the displaced people and how the city rebuilt.  Floodlines, and a handful of other podcasts have helped fill in the blanks.  I forgot about the supposed looting and was unaware of the vigilante squads.  The vigilante aspect is appalling.  People were trying to find supplies.  Water. Food. Shelter.  Don't we all deserve these basic needs when disaster strikes?  Plus the heat, lack of electricity and apathy.  I am still trying to wrap my mind around how we as a country felt so indifferent to our people.  

I will continue my deep dive.  I have found hope and the city continues to thrive, celebrate it's heritage/music/food/culture.  Next time you visit, get out of the Quarter and explore the Bywater, Marigny, Treme.  Support local businesses and musicians.  It is a beautiful city.  Full of history, culture and celebration.  I remember a second line coming down near us as we dined at Compare Lepin.  My friend, the Goddess, jumped up on our table and danced.  The owner was thrilled that we were participating in the beauty of the tradition.  

Heading to California

I made it to California a few weeks ago.  Wine, amazing food and time with friends.  Who doesn't enjoy that prospect?

Tom originally invited me as his plus one to the Healdsburg Wine Festival.  Honestly, it was pretty awesome.  250 wineries, four hours to try them out and some food.  And no, we did not sustain four hours.  It was too much time.  One of my critiques--it needed to offer more food.  I loved that I was unfamiliar with a good amount of wine.  They had a few water stations (another critique, but if you know me, water is like my security blanket.  I feel like Linus, lol).  

They did many things right.  I loved the wrist band that they placed on my wrist.  Instead of the irritating typical wrap, it was easily applied to my wrist and adjustable.  I loved that.  

The entrance to the event was a little confusing.  They need to figure that aspect out.  We had paper tickets and were told to enter a line but there were a few other lines to the entrance.  Volunteers were shouting this is the way.  Yet, it was not.  We were able to enter pretty quickly.

Initially I was concerned about the porta potties.  Seemed concentrated in an area (similar to wine and chile) but they were accessible and camouflaged.  I appreciated that attention to detail.  

The tent coverage and number of wineries was great.  The price point also was fair.  And they attracted a younger demographic which was also promising.  Perhaps, local folks but that was great.  I was grateful to attend to the event.  

In addition to the wine festival, we saw Lauren in Calistoga and Jarred in Napa.  I am now a case of wine happier.  The wine was delivered to Tom.  I suppose a trip to Santa Fe is in my future.

San Franscisco was delightful.  Flew in.  Picked up the car to drive to Healdsburg.  Returned to the city, dropped the car off and took the BART into the city.  I love how convenient that is and affordable.  We arrived at Powell Station and made our way into the city.  Checked into the hotel and headed to the House of Nanking.  It is one of my favorite spots to eat.  I was a trifle disappointed this time.  Extremely busy and our table was blocked by the line of folks waiting to get a table.  

We shared dumplings and long beans.  Honestly, the dumplings in Santa Fe at Dumpling Cafe are fire.  They are the freshest dumplings I have ever had.  Unfairly to the House of Nanking, that memory resonates.  The dumplings are so good in Santa Fe.  They are fire.

Our wine from AJ Pearce arrived on Friday.  Tom told me that we might need to order more.  I am all for supporting my friends.  I intend to call Jarred and let him know that we are interested in another case.

California has changed a little since my last visit.  The traffic has not waned.  Although, it took much longer to drive to Napa from the city.  Part of it was the lack of understanding in dealing with a four way stop.  

Yes, San Francisco is dirtier, grittier, unrefined (in some ways).  But it isn't as bad as portrayed in the media.  Yes, there are people urinating in the streets.  And, I have viewed this in Denver, Santa Fe, Phoenix....And there is a large amount of homeless people there as well as every other city.   People blaming homeless people for the decline of tourism in San Francisco are deluding themselves.  There is still tourism, opportunity and love for the city.   And, yes, there are homeless people.  

I am tired of listening to fear and hatred.  Get out of your bubble and explore the world.  Spread kindness and joy,