New Green Leaf

Good Morning Dear Reader,

I am honored that you give me your time. Thank you for making your way through my recent unpolished posts.  I am sitting in my favorite writing spot, on the floor in my lovely spacious bedroom.  Spring has finally arrived.  The breeze feels good on my bare feet as sit propped up in my windowsill.  The birds sing.  And I give myself the time to write.  I feel that you love me.  My sweet little kitty Carley joins me, sitting by my feet looking out at the birds, listening to the sound of a big truck as it pull into the apartment complex parking lot.  I remember this feeling.  This feeling of not thinking about the next thing.  The feeling I had when I was giving my writing more time to breath.

My writing, and other practices, more often than not, have taken on the role of connecting with others, no longer serving simply as practices to feed my individual soul.   I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing.  But I will find more balance soon.  The big truck sings a song now.   A nice little rhythm, as it backs up then heads out of the entrance.  I scootch down on my meditation cushion to get more comfortable.

Last night, when I was downtown, a man talked to me, actually he came onto me.  Telling me my Tai Chi movements were beautiful then asking me if I dated.  I was put off, instead of flattered.  A few breaths before the dating and relationship questions, he was talking about his in-laws.  Creep.  But, maybe he’s a swinger.  Not my thing.  I think he was just bored and I had a cute dress on, over my yoga pants, so he thought chatting me up would be a good way to fill his time and maybe some how try to fill his ego.

I was a bit in a slump yesterday.  Not thrilled about teaching my Tai Chi class in the morning, then a concerning visit with a counselor at my son’s school. afterwards, I came home to prepare for a photo shoot.  I decided to scrap my original wardrobe choices ~ a beautiful pink silky Chinese style shirt, funky baggy high-waisted yogaish pants, and other select items.  Instead, I ended up putting on the cute high cut, longish sleeveless t-shirt dress, loose and flowing with thin lavender and white stripes.  So cute paired with a little sheer cardigan, short black yoga pants and black sparkly flip-flops.  It worked, trust me.

The photo shoot perked me up.  Stacie is great!  I am spoiled by working with her.  I like her laid-back, flexible style.   I’m curious how the pictures will turn out.

By bedtime, I had decided I needed to change things up.  With spring here and summer on its way, it felt natural.  I made a list of the things I will drop and new things I will add.  That feels much better.  Like shedding all those dark, heavy winter garments.  Boxing them up for spring.  And pulling out the cute lightweight items.  You know, little the sweet t-shirt dress.

I will drop my indoor class as I have never been thrilled about the space then replace it with an outdoor class in a public space.  I will lose the rent and gain visibility, fresh air, blue sky, and sunshine.  I will probably adjust the time and try to tap into the student population.   I will start a new yoga class a group of women are interested in hiring me for downtown.  Hopefully at the local ballet studio.  I will put my Tai Chi lessons, with my Kung Fu teacher, on hold but keep my lessons with Professor Yang.  I hope she will continue to teach throughout the summer.  I will drop my personal training sessions and focus on a consistent, daily stretching and core strengthening exercises to correct my hip issues.  I will see my new doctor and get a referral for physical therapy to help this process along.  There is much more, like find a house to rent.  A place people can come to meditate.  But I am getting bored and need to get on to my morning meditation.

I hope you have a wonderful day.  Until next time…..

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About Suzanne

I write poetry and other stuff. Writing is a part of my soul. Other practices that feed me .... yoga, Tai Chi, Qigong, meditation, hiking, cycling, dancing, Acroyoga, creating, hugs, cuddling.
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