Breathing


Breathing, something we take for granted.  Air in, air out.

One of the focuses of my recent practice is mindful breathing to either energize or calm the body.

Mine has needed calming.  The recovery from Harvey is Horrific.  People are still displaced, the clean up and reconstruction will take a long time.

In a City of 5 plus million people; 150,000 homes have flood damage.  There are two schools of thought on that number, the first is the devastation of the sheer number.  The second is the pragmatic view that the number, no matter how big, is exceedingly small compared to the entire population of Houston.

The traffic has been horrible as one of the major toll roads just re-opened this week.  

The euphoria of charity, help, and heroism has dissolved into traffic jams, short tempers, and the “we’re so done” attitude toward pulling out dry wall, carpet, and flooded debris.  Let’s not even talk about mold.  That’s a whole book in itself.

So today, let’s take a few minutes to breath slowly and deeply. In and out.  Be calm, and someone buy some bleach.

Harvey, Irma, Jose….bite me!

Going through a little Anxiety as I watch Irma bear down on Florida.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it to yoga today.

I will have to double up tomorrow. This hurricane thing is terrible and great at the same time. It’s brought some good by bringing neighbors, strangers, friends, and countrymen together.  We will rebuild, and come through stronger. 

God Bless those in Florida, be safe.  Namaste. 

Coming through Harvey

According to Mashable.com, an article by Andrew Freedman 3 days ago, 15 trillion gallons of water fell in S. Texas during the 4 days the storm traveled across South Texas. By some Estimates 11 trillion a gallons fell in the 2700 square miles inside The Grand Parkway of the greater Houston Area.  Some areas of Houston experienced 50 inches of precipitation, the average rainfall across the city was 43 inches.  43 inches is half the average annual rainfall for Houston.

By comparison, when California was experiencing their drought, the state estimated that it would take 11 trillion gallons to break their record breaking drought. 

Trillions of gallons……I can’t even fathom the volume of that number. 


The water receded, slowly, and the roads became roads instead of water ways.

I got to get out a little today.  One of the grocery stores was open for a few hours.  They didn’t have much, but I got some milk, eggs, and a couple of veggies to keep us going for the next couple of days.

The crowds were upbeat, and there was an air of community and politeness.  

As I put my cart in the designated rack in the parking lot, a lovely middle eastern woman came along side me.  She had this sweet smile on her face.  In the friendliest way possible, she asked me about my house and family.  We shared our experiences for a moment, and she began to weep, so overwhelmed with gratitude that they had made it through.  I couldn’t help but weep with her.  We hugged, and wished each other well.  

The gravity of the event is hitting all around us.  I’m shaky, and weepy with relief.  I’m devasted by the loss all around me. There were two high water rescues near us.  The sound of the helicopters was amazing.  The silence of the neighborhood as we held our breath to see if the water would recede was deafening. 

We will be gathering donations, and heading out to see how we can volunteer to help.  I’m humbled, and in awe.  We made it through. 

A River Runs Through it

 

Slowly watching the water rise.  After over 30 inches of rain since Friday, we just don’t have anywhere else for it to go.

Through the fire,

Through the flood,

I stand, only with the help of God.

As we prepare for the water, and go through every room for what is significant……It’s amazing how much really is not significant in the least.  What a liberating experience.

I’m so grateful for my husband.  He’s been amazing through all.

I’m so grateful that we are all together as a family.

It’s a very stressful time, but with the strength of my family, and my faith we are going to come through this better.  So I will post this while we still have power, and a cell signal.

Don’t worry about us, we will be just fine.  I’m kinda excited to see where we end up on the other side of this struggle.  After all, it is the struggle that gives us our strength.

Hurricanes, what can you do?

Living in the Gulf Coast of Texas has it’s ups and downs.

We get a very mild winter, early growing season for veggies, it’s lovely and green most of the time, and we enjoy lots of sunshine.

The down side is the Hurricane issue.  Especially in today’s frantic media world, you would think that a Hurricane spells out the Apocalypse.  The end is near!  Run to the store, fill your tanks with gas, board up your windows, we are all going to DIE!  Do you have your towel?  Oh wait, that’s Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Yes, a Hurricane is powerful.  Yes, if you are stupid a Hurricane can hurt you.  No, the weather patterns are not always right.  Yes, you should take precautions in any area of the country that has odd weather things like tornados, earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, swarms of locusts, flesh eating bacteria, or killer bees.

We are watching Harvey in the gulf.  He’s a Tropical Storm, no wait, he’s a hurricane, but a weak one, but wait he’s getting stronger, no….he’s getting weaker!  There could be 50 inches of rain!  Well, maybe more like 15 inches of rain.   No wait, Harvey could bounce back into the gulf regain strength and wipe out Texas and Louisiana.  Maybe, it could happen.

So as we hunker down and wait for Harvey to make landfall, and decide which low pressure center he’s going to follow, or if he will bounce back into the gulf and become Harvey Part Deaux, I’m deciding how to use all the food in my freezer so I can stock back up when we get through all this.

My biggest concern?  Not having power or internet on Sunday night, and miss the season finale of Game of Thrones.

Peace Out friends.  Here’s a funny meme of the Hurricane Categories, and what they mean.

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A sweet surprise

My dear husband, God love him, sees a cardiologist on a regular basis.  I love his Doctor.  He is a chop-buster, and will yell at my husband if things don’t look good.  But that’s what my husband wanted in a Cardiologist, someone who would hold him accountable. 

So this week, my husband is in for his check up.  In check up chat, Dr. J asks my husband how long my husband and I have been married.  Somehow in the comments following the question, Dr. J sent a prescription home with me in mind. That must have been some chop-busting chat!


He’s not just a Heart Doctor, he’s a Love Doctor😍😘❤️❤️❤️.

He can hold my man’s feet to the fire any time he wants. 

The fun part was, my man was all for it.  We had a good laugh, and made some plans to go on a date. 

Fitness goals, minor victories

It’s been 5 months since I started a regular exercise routine. 

Nothing big to report.  No miracle transformation, but there have been small milestones that I’m so happy to have reached. 

1.  There was the headstand. 

2. The 1 minute plank.

3.  The strength moves in the headstand.

4.  Coming to really enjoy my work outs.  My change in attitude astounds me.

5.  Touching my toes!


This might seem like the smallest of markers, but in all actuality….it’s huge for me.

Growing up taking dance lessons, being on the dance team (drill team) in high school, doing aerobics, maintaining my flexibility and splits now into my 50’s….why would touching my toes be such a big deal?

With all that flexibility, there was a tightness in my back that limited my range of motion in the forward fold.  With Yoga, I’ve now stretched and strengthened to the point where I can fold, and touch my toes.  It was a happy day.  A little milestone that had always eluded me, but now, it is mine.  Hello toes.

A happy Monday reaching a long overdue milestone.

When yoga makes you cry

This is the beginning of a journey, and I bit off more than I could chew.  Are you still beginning 4 months in?  How long did it take Louis and Clark to get to the Pacific?  Dang it, I’m going to cry again. 

As strong as I’ve gotten since March, I wasn’t prepared for today’s class, a hot class 96 degrees and far more advanced than I.  I’ve always been strong, until I wasn’t. This is a very long journey back. 

Needless to say, I was shaken, exhausted, and ready to barf at the end of the hour.  

Crow?  No….not yet.  No Chataranga yet.  No Ashtaranga yet.  No, I’m not into my wheel yet.  You want me to grab my big toe, and do a one arm one leg side plank?……Ok.  I actually did that move, now I will just get into my child pose, and catch my breath.  After 20 Vinyasa ( the rest portion of the class –which is plank, to up dog, to down dog in a fluid movement), planks held , 3 legged dogs to plank, runner’s pose, wild things, side planks, chair twists, tree on blocks, dancer’s pose on blocks, and whatever else turned me into a pile of weeping mush.

Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.  If I can move tomorrow, I will try again.

Yoga made me cry……yoga is not for sissies.  Expletive here#%\\€£¥!!!