yoga

Yoga is my word of the year.  In that way that many folk like to choose a word for the year.  Something to muse on and be inspired by.  I chose it because it reflected, in an obvious way, that I am undertaking yoga teacher training this year.  But also because of its other meanings; integration, union, joining together etc.  I wanted for this year to bring together aspects of myself.  To find a path that incorporates all of me. 

I do feel that I had been thrown off track (mainly by evens beyond my control) but, hey.  I am not a big fan of excuses.  SO.

YOGA

Its time to get back on the mat again. 

I was also about to muse on the idea of 'bringing it all together' but honestly I couldnt actually think of anything to say.  Other than lisitng all the disparate things that I do.  I guess I am the link between them.  Motherhood, art, yoga, productivity, experiments with life and earning money.

Mainly I need to challenge myself with the Yoga thing.  I have not been practicing enough.  Actually here is a union thing.  Parenting and yoga.  Bub has been doing star charts of late in order for us to establish a him going to bed on his own routine (again!).  And so I was thinking, that I could do with one of those myself.  Like everyday, if I do my yoga practice I get myself a sticker and progress up the ladder towards my 10 stickers and a prize.

Yesterday Bub got a rather splendid 10 star prize.  Despite the fact that it was a really minging pissing down cold kind of day, I took him to London Zoo.  Which was the prize he chose for himself.  It was fab actually.  Despite the vile weather.  There was a surprising amount of things to see inside.  And plus what can possibly be better than watching a 4 year old in absolutely joy and wonder.  There were so many moments of 'OH WOW!' from him, it was just as much a prize for me as it was for him.  He LOVES his animals. 'WOW! Look a BLACK MAMBA!"  etc all through the day.  Until it was time to leave and the exhaustion hit, as did the horror of walking in the rain. 'I DON"T LIKE THIS" he wailed and cried.  No, it wasn't that great.  Damn weather.  But we stopped off at a Pizza Express and refueled before the journey home.  Double decker buses, Underground trains, over ground trains, taxi cabs.  All very good and thrilling for a 4 year old.  Great day.

So I am going to have to choose me a prize.  And make myself a star chart.  And I did actually buy some rather lovely butterfly sitckers (the butterfly house was a highlight of yesterday actually, perhaps partly because it was so warm)  Which are going to be used to populate the next phase of star chart dom.   In fact we are going to be doing them as a family.  Mine for my Yoga practice. Hub for his sticking to his diet and exercise regime and Bub for getting dressed on his own and going to bed with no fussing. 

Get us.