Saturday Senses

Saturday Senses is a way to capture the spirit of each week. 

tasting ::  grilled chicken california burrito from la fiesta  – {anyone else ravenous when sick or is just me?}

hearing :: the quiet little bird gibberish from our family’s recent addition – the newly named ravi

smelling ::   nada – the first cold of the year bites

seeing :: where my students still need help and what they’ve already mastered

feeling :: tired

wishing/hoping :: for a short version of this cold

What about you?

What are your senses this Saturday? 

Looking back, how was your week?    

{comments inspired by Havi at The Fluent Self – Friday Chicken – go see for yourself. it’s like free therapy! }

This weekly tradition inspired by Pink of Perfection’s Five Sense Friday

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Saturday Senses

Saturday Senses is a way to capture the spirit of each week. 

tasting ::  an apple a day.

hearing ::  – a class favorite – everybody passes gas .

smelling ::   massage oil.

seeing :: lots of students smiling at the end of the week. hooray for p.a.t.!

feeling ::  tired. thank you, insomnia.

wishing/hoping :: for restful sleeps and a return to a somewhat motivated state of being.

What about you? What are your senses this Saturday?  Looking back, how was your week?    

{comments are inspired by Havi at The Fluent Self – Friday Chicken – go see for yourself. it’s like free therapy! }

This weekly tradition was inspired by Pink of Perfection’s Five Sense Friday

{click image for source}

Crash Landing

We’re back!

Now if only we could sleep through the night and actually be awake in the daytime instead of from 2:30-4:30 am PST.

When I find my words…

I have photos and stories to share.

Books I want to recommend and places I want you to visit.

For now, know that we are home safe and sound.

Please send me all your surviving jet-lag advice and good sleep vibes.

Silent speculation

A friend asked me the other day why I hadn’t written in a while. He wondered if there had been big fall out from the family. I assured him that the opposite was true, that I hadn’t heard a peep from them about the writing.

No, I was silent because I got a little ahead of myself and put my real first draft feelings out on the interwebs and I was struck by how vulnerable I felt.  Then I got all self conscious about all my meandering yammering and well, that was enough inner critic to silence me for a while. 

Right now, honestly I’m not sure how I’m feeling about anything. I’m not finding the love on the mat as much anymore. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m busy dissecting every pose, feeling guilty that I’m not doing enough homework or if I’m just feeling the weight of the school year + the teacher training. In any case, I’m tired.