Saturday, August 16

all by myself



Another perfect east coast summer day. Cool enough to turn off the AC and open all of the huge windows in the treehouse and let some fresh air in. I arose early and decided to take in a 930 am yoga class...blissful, very meditative; wonderful start to the day. And I committed. I bought my 10 class pass, which we really cant afford right now, but RSB and I decided that I should put part of my raise towards things that enrich me on both the physical and soul level, especially since I have cut all of that out since RSB has been between jobs. I was grateful to be able to reconnect with my breath. My body is far from yoga shape but starting to practice again is the only way I am going to get there.

After class I came home to a still snoozing RSB and had a smoothie and some organic eggs on apple oat toast and just relished in the blissful calm waves coursing through my body. Then decided to do a mineral soak, slathering Mario Badescu Cucumber mask on my face, lighting some incense and candles and letting the hot fragrant water soak my muscles. Very peaceful, relaxing day...

Now here I am, 830 on a Saturday night, bored as hell. RSB is at a Ravens preseason game with his brother. Recently I have become ultra aware of how far away from my friends I actually am. All of my friends out here are actually his friends. So when RSB is off, doing his own thing, sometimes I become quite aware of actually how alone I am. Which usually doesnt bother me. I enjoy solitude at times. But then there comes those restless evenings where I just want to be anywhere but inside. Of course driving to an unfamiliar part of the city late at night to meet him after the game isn't really sounding too appealing...

So here I am, laying on my 1000 thread count sheets, listening to the crickets song, feeling the cool breeze rustling the curtains, kitty purring away next to me...and with al this soothing calmness I am completely amped and restless and have nothing to exert my energy into...not even a run since my ipod pooped out on me...

I should be cleaning up the place, finally finishing that final 10% of the unpacking, but thats even more unappealing than laying here...maybe sugar free redbulls late in the evening isnt exactly the greatest idea...

Monday, August 11

om



So after much searching I have found it...yoga bliss. I was starting to feel like Goldilocks out here...nothing quite fit. And then bam, right across the street, a spa/yoga studio, which is the most blissinducing place I have been in a while...excluding the beach of course.

Lately I have been really disconnected on a mind-body-spirit level. I think about it, fret about, constantly. I silently watch myself eating foods which are not nourishing. I sit on my ass most of the day, too lazy to do anything except play on my macbook or watch tv and be a lazy stoner with RSB. An inner voice screams out, "another beautiful day, wasted" as I make excuses such as, I worked all week, I spent the last 2 weeks in school, its hot out, blah blah blah blah...finally sick of it, this weekend I treked out to the NCR Trail, which runs right behind my house for 20 miles, all the way to Pennsylvania. Very earthy, woodsy, wonderful. Wishing I had a bike...So I drug RSB and we wandered for a few miles, him not very happy to be there, me blissin out, feeling the earth under my feet. Last night he was spinning in Baltimore so I ventured out on my own and put in about 3 miles before the grumbling clouds scared me back to my car. And it felt good to get out in nature and move.

Then tonight, still high on my workout kick I decided to explore Ojas across the street. Bliss from the first second you walk in the door. A nice long shivasna, allowing me to reconnect to my body, to my mat. Already the soreness is setting in but the total blissed out vibe I have been feeling for the last few hours is drowning that out. After a good yoga practice everything seems so much more beautiful, sensations amplified. I am so happy I have found a place just to bliss out...

namaste

Sunday, August 10

lazy weekends...



School is finally done, thank god, and I have been back to work for a week, putting all my new insurance knowledge to work. Although the subject of insurance doesn't exactly move me, I love my job. I have satisfaction in what I am doing. I am well aware that I am not exactly living out my novelist living in a cottage by the sea ambitions (yet) but in the meantime, I am ever so grateful to be working where I am.

Money has been a little tight, so we have been getting creative with entertainment. Yesterday me and RSB hiking the NCR trail for a bit, which I am looking forward to doing again today. Apparently the East Coast dog days of August are giving us a brief reprieve from the heat and allowing us to go outside and enjoy the day. It feels so refreshing to have the earths energy pulsing under my feet again.

RSB is still snoozing peacefully as I tap away on the Macbook, drinking delicious fresh organic oj, listening to the owls and birds getting ready for their days. Soon I will tip toe in the bedroom and shower my love with kisses, hoping to awaken him and hopefully convince him to come shopping for some paints and hopefully cover a bit more of the NCR trail and get some pictures...there has always been the itch in my fingers, in my soul, to capture some of the beauty of the everyday moments in this wonderful life. As of late, I have found myself settling into lazy tv watching mode and I hate it. Now that our studio is almost set up, hopefully I will begin creating again, as now there is space to create...

Off to wake up RSB and hopefully venture out...