In the past four years that I have taught yoga, no class has been more important or special to me than the one I taught this past Saturday night. I hosted a memorial donation based yoga class at my studio Qi Denver to honor the life and celebrate my friend Cara. Her family was able to make it from out of town for the class as they were also coming in town to pack up her apartment and her things. The word yoga means "to yoke" or to bind and that's exactly what it did for all that could attend saturday - it gave us a reason to come together and to say good-bye.
The class itself was amazing and powerful. We sat in a circle, we held hands, we chanted. Cara's family brought her ashes and that of her dogs which were placed in the center of the circle where we had candles and flowers. I don't think Cara would have enjoyed being the center of attention but I do know she would have enjoyed having her dogs and family and friends together in one spot. She did her donation based yoga classes for an organization called, "Dogs with big paws" in that very same room a few years ago. Life is circular like that. We end where we begin. To have her brothers, sister, mom and dad and aunt there meant so much to me and the Qi community. To be able to talk with them and share stories about their daughter and hear stories from them and see photos they had brought gave me (and I hope others) a sense of peace. To see a community coming together to honor the life of one special person who hadn't even lived as many years as I have now was truly amazing. I don't think you every really process death or loss but you can send someone off right and that's what I wanted to do.
The day after Cara's memorial yoga class I had a baby shower to attend. While at the shower I just kept looking at the mother-to-be and thinking how happy and excited she looked for her adventure ahead. Here was a woman about to celebrate the life of a little baby girl and the day before I was with a family grieving the loss of theirs. When I look at my own daughter now, I cannot begin to think how I would feel if someday I lost her. Parents are supposed to die before their children and that's the natural circle of life. Yet, the burden of being a parent is that you cannot always protect your child and sometimes they pass away first. How hard it must be to go on living after that. To see one mom so happy and full of hope and joys for her daughters future and another so grief stricken by the loss of their daughter was almost too much for me to handle in one weekend. I was reminded that for everything the universe seems to give to one person, it also takes away from another.
2014 is the year of the yang wood horse. According to Karen Carrasco from the Western School of Feng Shui, there might not be a bigger shift of energies in the entire 60 year wheel of Chinese astrology than this one coming up. It is a shift from two Water years of deep introspection (2012 the year of the dragon and 2013 the year of the snake) to the extroverted year the wood horse brings. The past two years were about letting go (involuntarily or not), destabilization and chaos. This year being led by the horse is about stepping out of the clutter, stored memories and letting go of regrets. It's supposed to be a fast ride on this horse where we have to quickly become in tune to what we desire. The past few years were about destruction and saying goodbye and the new year is about starting over with a green wood cycle.
I see this shift in the cosmos all around me. I've lost friends and family members these past two years. I've had a baby and lost a piece of myself. We made the decision to sell our house and after the new year got it sold and here we are planning to move on to a rental house and towards our goal of financial freedom. I have friends all around me who are pregnant and heading full steam ahead towards their new lives and Charlotte herself is starting to crawl and become more independent by the day. The circle of life and of the universe begins anew and the feeling leaves me breathless.
When I look around at my house and think about leaving and moving I remember that I'm taking the memories with me. As Cara's family prepares to pack up her house and move her belongings back home with them I hope they realize the same. As Chad's grandfather paces around his house where Chad's grandmother use to be I hope he holds on to the memories he made in his 63 years of marriage as well. We have to trust that we have this new and hopefully energy to build on this year. As Karen Carrasco says, "Our hearts have had to endure a gauntlet of deconstruction through two Metal and two Water years, but the fiery Horse is about to change all of that. Within the extroverted "Green Horse" year, we will not only branch out with new growth, but we will be able to stoke the Fire element of love in every area of life."
My feeling after this weekend was the realization that all that matters in this life is love. Love is everything and it's all we have. It's what heals us through times of sorrow and it's what elates us in times of joy. The Beatles said it best: "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
During Cara's memorial class at the end we chanted led by my friend Melissa. The chant was Om Hari Om which is the universal mantra that removes suffering. Perhaps that's why almost everyone told me after class that they were in sobbing tears as they chanted that night because it was so powerful. In our circle we were chanting to leave the suffering behind, to acknowledge the circle of life and how it pulses through us. Om Hari Om. What an appropriate way to say good-bye to everyone and everything we leave behind these past two years.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Letting go of 2013 to let in 2014
As I sit and reflect on the few days left of 2013 I cannot help but be reminded of the intention I set at the beginning of the year. Instead of making resolutions I focus on goals or intentions which, in my opinion are much easier to maintain throughout the year. My intention for this year was to let go, enjoy the journey and trust in the process. I started out the year about 7 months pregnant so I knew that 2013 would be a year in which I would have to surrender control. No longer would my days be about myself but they would come to revolve around taking care of another human life. I knew my baby would change my life I just never knew how much of an impact it would be. As I stand on the edge about to say good-bye to 2013 now I have a clear picture of just how much I have truly had to let go.
Letting go can be cathartic in many ways. You start to lose your attachments to what you think matters thus shifting your perspecitve on what actually does matter. The birth of my daughter Charlotte forced me to slow down. Sometimes I have to just sit on the floor and play with her for an hour to satisfy her need for my attention. When she needs to be nursed I have to take a time out and sit and nurse her and it's a process that can't be rushed. I started to let go of the idea of a perfect house, a perfect body and a perfect marriage. Not everything can get done in one day and I now realize I have to be OK with this or else I'm out of the flow. My day no longer revolves around gym time it's naptime and the only free time I truly have are the few hours to myself after everyone is asleep. I'm a night owl and a morning person now with few hours of rest in-between.
About eight months after Charlotte was born my hair started to fall out. The pregnancy hormones that once made my hair thick, shiney and soft were long gone and my hair was coming off in clumps around the house and in the shower drain. My hairdresser told me it was time to cut it off even though I was holding on to a sad thin ponytail of hair. Once she started cutting I told her to keep going. I wasn't afraid because it was just hair and hair can grow back. Why hold on to something that was no longer serving me? So I let it go and I walked out of the salon with a new short cut that looked intentional instead of a mess.
After the hair came one of the hardest decisions I've had to make all year. It was a decision I meditated on and thought about and talked over many times. The answer became clear after a yoga class one day and the realization that I once again needed to let go of something that was truly only a thing. We needed to sell our house.
Of course our house is more than a house it is our first home and the home of our first born child. We bought it four years ago after getting married and it is a house I thought we'd spend the rest of our lives in. Yet all of our problems could be traced back to the house. The universe was telling us to sell but I wouldn't listen. I couldn't listen. It wasn't until my husband accidentally fell down the steps holding our baby that I started to pay attention to the signs. Our house was eating up all our income and with daycare expenses it just wasn't practical anymore. Once I made the intention to listen to the universe and let go it became very freeing. The thought of moving and starting over and buying a new house is as terrifying as it is exciting. Once we sell our house we will be free to travel, to do more with friends, to enjoy our lives and not be stressed about financial issues. Maybe you have something like this holding you back in your own life and you aren't taking the time to see that by letting go you are allowing yourself a greater freedom than holding on.
The things I have let go of are only things - a house, hours spent at the gym or working and my hair. They can all be replaced with better versions or something more productive. What I cannot replace is the loss of friends and family I have experienced this year. Some friends I lost due to having a child and no longer having space in my life for them. They are friends who are now on a different path than I and so we no longer see each other. These are painful losses but not as much as the ones I lost to cancer, suicide and a car wreck. Those friends and family members can never be replaced. Four lives that were each special to me in their own way and all devasting. That is the consequence of loving and caring about someone that death can take away from you. In this case the art of letting go doesn't mean forgetting it simply means you come to terms with acceptance. Acceptance is the only way we can ever truly learn to let go.
Here we are now ready to let go of 2013. Saying good-bye to a year and accepting it for what it was and all the memories it held. 2013 may be a year in sum but it was made up of moments both every day and extraordinary. When you reflect on the year don't forget about the in-between moments. The conversations you had, the decisions you made, the sunsets you watched and the oceans and lakes your feet touched. Accept your losses and your heartache and the struggles you had. Each impacted your life in one way or another and once you learn acceptance you can learn to let go. Once you learn to let go you give the universe an opportunity to fill the void. The universe can't give you what you need if you're holding space for something unnecessary to your growth. While I know the loss of friends and family can't ever be physically replaced, the void in my heart can be filled with love once I let go of the anger, the regret and the hurt that comes.
Our attachements in life bring us great joy but the other truth is the more we love something or someone the more sorrow it brings when we experience loss.
Setting my intention for the year to come I want 2014 to be about making space for what is to come. I want to free up space in my heart reserved for sadness or hate to let more love in. I want to let go of the friends I thought meant something for the friendships that mean everything. I want to sell my house and detach my roots so I can have wings to fly.
I hope whatever intention you set for youself for the New Year you come to acceptance so you can let go of the old year. Treasure what you do have instead of focusing on what you don't. Know that while loss is never easy, each time you surrender you'll find a flow within the universe and a purpose to your own journey. Trust that what is ahead is greater than what you leave behind. Know that YOU hold the memories associated with people and things in YOUR own heart and in the end that's something no loss can ever truly take away.
"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye" - Life of Pi
Letting go can be cathartic in many ways. You start to lose your attachments to what you think matters thus shifting your perspecitve on what actually does matter. The birth of my daughter Charlotte forced me to slow down. Sometimes I have to just sit on the floor and play with her for an hour to satisfy her need for my attention. When she needs to be nursed I have to take a time out and sit and nurse her and it's a process that can't be rushed. I started to let go of the idea of a perfect house, a perfect body and a perfect marriage. Not everything can get done in one day and I now realize I have to be OK with this or else I'm out of the flow. My day no longer revolves around gym time it's naptime and the only free time I truly have are the few hours to myself after everyone is asleep. I'm a night owl and a morning person now with few hours of rest in-between.
About eight months after Charlotte was born my hair started to fall out. The pregnancy hormones that once made my hair thick, shiney and soft were long gone and my hair was coming off in clumps around the house and in the shower drain. My hairdresser told me it was time to cut it off even though I was holding on to a sad thin ponytail of hair. Once she started cutting I told her to keep going. I wasn't afraid because it was just hair and hair can grow back. Why hold on to something that was no longer serving me? So I let it go and I walked out of the salon with a new short cut that looked intentional instead of a mess.
After the hair came one of the hardest decisions I've had to make all year. It was a decision I meditated on and thought about and talked over many times. The answer became clear after a yoga class one day and the realization that I once again needed to let go of something that was truly only a thing. We needed to sell our house.
Of course our house is more than a house it is our first home and the home of our first born child. We bought it four years ago after getting married and it is a house I thought we'd spend the rest of our lives in. Yet all of our problems could be traced back to the house. The universe was telling us to sell but I wouldn't listen. I couldn't listen. It wasn't until my husband accidentally fell down the steps holding our baby that I started to pay attention to the signs. Our house was eating up all our income and with daycare expenses it just wasn't practical anymore. Once I made the intention to listen to the universe and let go it became very freeing. The thought of moving and starting over and buying a new house is as terrifying as it is exciting. Once we sell our house we will be free to travel, to do more with friends, to enjoy our lives and not be stressed about financial issues. Maybe you have something like this holding you back in your own life and you aren't taking the time to see that by letting go you are allowing yourself a greater freedom than holding on.
The things I have let go of are only things - a house, hours spent at the gym or working and my hair. They can all be replaced with better versions or something more productive. What I cannot replace is the loss of friends and family I have experienced this year. Some friends I lost due to having a child and no longer having space in my life for them. They are friends who are now on a different path than I and so we no longer see each other. These are painful losses but not as much as the ones I lost to cancer, suicide and a car wreck. Those friends and family members can never be replaced. Four lives that were each special to me in their own way and all devasting. That is the consequence of loving and caring about someone that death can take away from you. In this case the art of letting go doesn't mean forgetting it simply means you come to terms with acceptance. Acceptance is the only way we can ever truly learn to let go.
Here we are now ready to let go of 2013. Saying good-bye to a year and accepting it for what it was and all the memories it held. 2013 may be a year in sum but it was made up of moments both every day and extraordinary. When you reflect on the year don't forget about the in-between moments. The conversations you had, the decisions you made, the sunsets you watched and the oceans and lakes your feet touched. Accept your losses and your heartache and the struggles you had. Each impacted your life in one way or another and once you learn acceptance you can learn to let go. Once you learn to let go you give the universe an opportunity to fill the void. The universe can't give you what you need if you're holding space for something unnecessary to your growth. While I know the loss of friends and family can't ever be physically replaced, the void in my heart can be filled with love once I let go of the anger, the regret and the hurt that comes.
Our attachements in life bring us great joy but the other truth is the more we love something or someone the more sorrow it brings when we experience loss.
Setting my intention for the year to come I want 2014 to be about making space for what is to come. I want to free up space in my heart reserved for sadness or hate to let more love in. I want to let go of the friends I thought meant something for the friendships that mean everything. I want to sell my house and detach my roots so I can have wings to fly.
I hope whatever intention you set for youself for the New Year you come to acceptance so you can let go of the old year. Treasure what you do have instead of focusing on what you don't. Know that while loss is never easy, each time you surrender you'll find a flow within the universe and a purpose to your own journey. Trust that what is ahead is greater than what you leave behind. Know that YOU hold the memories associated with people and things in YOUR own heart and in the end that's something no loss can ever truly take away.
"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye" - Life of Pi
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Saying good-bye to my friend Cara
Dear Cara,
I find it impossible to express what you mean to me through a facebook status update or something else where my words are limited so I thought I'd express myself in a letter to you. The last time I saw you was when you came to my yoga class right before Christmas. I always got excited to see you when you popped your head in the door because I knew you had to drive all the way from Boulder to city park which isn't an easy task. You were always so good about coming to my yoga classes even though I never once attended one of your pole dancing or acro yoga classes that you taught although I always had best intentions of coming. Once I got the pleasure of taking your yoga class after you completed yoga training and I thought it was fantastic. I'm pretty sure you are fantastic at everything you ever taught. I had you demonstrate piking up for my yoga class from a head stand because I wanted to show you off to my students even though I know you didn't like the spotlight. They were in awe of you moving so effortlessly and looking so light and free. You didn't get to see their faces but I did and I can tell you they were impressed.
We all were.
You are the type of friend that I can't even remember how we became friends. It feels like we just always were friends and that's how it would always be. You were one of the few people who was always down to hike 14ers with me. I took you up Humboldt peak for your first one and I remember you brought me a carton of eggs from your chickens because I drove us. That was not an easy hike by any means and I never once heard you complain. We talked about the big things, the little things and the in-between things. I was surprised at how we never actually ran out of things to talk about because, like me, you could talk about just about anything to anyone. We were the only people on top of the mountain that day and we took our time taking pictures and enjoying the view. You told me you were thinking about moving to Louisiana in the next year or so and I remember thinking that I didn't want you to go because you were such a great hiking companion and there are so few people I could count on like you. I never told you I was glad you didn't move but I am.
This year we hiked Mt. Antero together - another 14er and I thought again it would be just me and you because you were the only one who committed to the hike. I loved how when you said you were going to do something you'd be there 100%. Even though two of our other friends came with us you and I got to talk a lot because you sat up front to keep me awake on the midnight drive there and the exhausting drive home. You kept me awake with your stories about your chickens, your family, your dogs and teaching and you let me vent about my frustrations. There aren't too many people you meet in life who you can pour your heart out to like I felt like I could do with you. As wonderful of a talker as you are you are also a great listener. I hope you know that.
I want you to know how much I will miss you. I'll miss seeing your photos on facebook and instagram of your dogs on sunset walks. I'll miss being your partner in gymnastics classes at Qi. I'll miss those delicious eggs you always gifted me from your chickens. I'll miss hearing about the sugar gliders and the foster dogs that always ripped up your house. I'll miss your laugh and seeing your face popping unexpectedly through the door at the yoga studio at 9:30 on a Monday morning. I'll miss having someone to hike with and hula hoop with and having a road trip buddy. I never got a chance to take your acro yoga class although I said I was going to go and for that I'm sorry. I thought I had more time with you than I did. Most of all I will miss our talks.
The last time I saw you right before Christmas we spent time after yoga talking about your sister who was pregnant and what you should buy her for a present. You looked to me for advice since I had just had a baby and in your words you were totally freaked out by kids. We talked about cloth diapers and baby carriers, about your new tattoo of the scene from the Little Prince and a bunch of other things that don't even seem to matter anymore. So many little things we talked about for an hour or so until I had to go. You apologized I remember, thinking that you were taking up my time because you said that you didn't have anything to do and just wanted to hang out. I should have invited you for coffee and talked longer. I'd give anything to have that last day back with you so we could talk just a little bit more instead of rushing to the next thing.
The one thing I don't regret is hugging you. I know you are not a hugger (and I am) but I made you hug me goodbye when we left that day and parted ways. I said, "Cara, we are friends and friends have to hug!" I didn't care if it made you uncomfortable because I just wanted to thank you for making the drive to come and take class so I hugged you. I'm really glad I did that.
I hope you know Cara how much our friendship means to me. You are someone who I have no clear memory on how you came into my life yet I'll always remember how you left. I'm grateful for the time I did get to spend with you even if it wasn't enough. I'll see you in every blue sky on top of every mountain I hike. I'll see you in every walk I take with my dog when the sun sets. I'll remember you in yoga and gymnastics classes. Monday mornings won't be the same without you. An empty void is what I feel without your physical presence on this earth.
You'll never be far from my mind I want you to know. You touched a lot of people and you should know that as well. Your spirit will shine on and live on here in us and through us.
Until we meet again my friend...
"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye" - Life of Pi
For those who would like to help Cara's family with their expenses for her funeral etc. please follow the link below set up by the family: caradavismemorialfund.com
I find it impossible to express what you mean to me through a facebook status update or something else where my words are limited so I thought I'd express myself in a letter to you. The last time I saw you was when you came to my yoga class right before Christmas. I always got excited to see you when you popped your head in the door because I knew you had to drive all the way from Boulder to city park which isn't an easy task. You were always so good about coming to my yoga classes even though I never once attended one of your pole dancing or acro yoga classes that you taught although I always had best intentions of coming. Once I got the pleasure of taking your yoga class after you completed yoga training and I thought it was fantastic. I'm pretty sure you are fantastic at everything you ever taught. I had you demonstrate piking up for my yoga class from a head stand because I wanted to show you off to my students even though I know you didn't like the spotlight. They were in awe of you moving so effortlessly and looking so light and free. You didn't get to see their faces but I did and I can tell you they were impressed.
We all were.
You are the type of friend that I can't even remember how we became friends. It feels like we just always were friends and that's how it would always be. You were one of the few people who was always down to hike 14ers with me. I took you up Humboldt peak for your first one and I remember you brought me a carton of eggs from your chickens because I drove us. That was not an easy hike by any means and I never once heard you complain. We talked about the big things, the little things and the in-between things. I was surprised at how we never actually ran out of things to talk about because, like me, you could talk about just about anything to anyone. We were the only people on top of the mountain that day and we took our time taking pictures and enjoying the view. You told me you were thinking about moving to Louisiana in the next year or so and I remember thinking that I didn't want you to go because you were such a great hiking companion and there are so few people I could count on like you. I never told you I was glad you didn't move but I am.
This year we hiked Mt. Antero together - another 14er and I thought again it would be just me and you because you were the only one who committed to the hike. I loved how when you said you were going to do something you'd be there 100%. Even though two of our other friends came with us you and I got to talk a lot because you sat up front to keep me awake on the midnight drive there and the exhausting drive home. You kept me awake with your stories about your chickens, your family, your dogs and teaching and you let me vent about my frustrations. There aren't too many people you meet in life who you can pour your heart out to like I felt like I could do with you. As wonderful of a talker as you are you are also a great listener. I hope you know that.
You told me this was your favorite photo of you that I took on our Antero hike
I want you to know how much I will miss you. I'll miss seeing your photos on facebook and instagram of your dogs on sunset walks. I'll miss being your partner in gymnastics classes at Qi. I'll miss those delicious eggs you always gifted me from your chickens. I'll miss hearing about the sugar gliders and the foster dogs that always ripped up your house. I'll miss your laugh and seeing your face popping unexpectedly through the door at the yoga studio at 9:30 on a Monday morning. I'll miss having someone to hike with and hula hoop with and having a road trip buddy. I never got a chance to take your acro yoga class although I said I was going to go and for that I'm sorry. I thought I had more time with you than I did. Most of all I will miss our talks.
The last time I saw you right before Christmas we spent time after yoga talking about your sister who was pregnant and what you should buy her for a present. You looked to me for advice since I had just had a baby and in your words you were totally freaked out by kids. We talked about cloth diapers and baby carriers, about your new tattoo of the scene from the Little Prince and a bunch of other things that don't even seem to matter anymore. So many little things we talked about for an hour or so until I had to go. You apologized I remember, thinking that you were taking up my time because you said that you didn't have anything to do and just wanted to hang out. I should have invited you for coffee and talked longer. I'd give anything to have that last day back with you so we could talk just a little bit more instead of rushing to the next thing.
The one thing I don't regret is hugging you. I know you are not a hugger (and I am) but I made you hug me goodbye when we left that day and parted ways. I said, "Cara, we are friends and friends have to hug!" I didn't care if it made you uncomfortable because I just wanted to thank you for making the drive to come and take class so I hugged you. I'm really glad I did that.
I hope you know Cara how much our friendship means to me. You are someone who I have no clear memory on how you came into my life yet I'll always remember how you left. I'm grateful for the time I did get to spend with you even if it wasn't enough. I'll see you in every blue sky on top of every mountain I hike. I'll see you in every walk I take with my dog when the sun sets. I'll remember you in yoga and gymnastics classes. Monday mornings won't be the same without you. An empty void is what I feel without your physical presence on this earth.
You'll never be far from my mind I want you to know. You touched a lot of people and you should know that as well. Your spirit will shine on and live on here in us and through us.
Until we meet again my friend...
"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye" - Life of Pi
For those who would like to help Cara's family with their expenses for her funeral etc. please follow the link below set up by the family: caradavismemorialfund.com
Friday, December 13, 2013
How the Grinch stole Christmas...(and we got it back)
I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude isn’t something
you would probably normally feel after getting your debit card number stolen
and having your checking account wiped out. I will admit it’s been a bit of a
struggle to get back on track financially after having a baby. Not having a
paycheck and no disability insurance for 7 months will do that to you. I know
I’m not the best at managing money but paying bills, daycare costs and a
mortgage are struggles enough without someone swiping your debit card number
and having a Dillard’s shopping spree. Honestly if the tab had been for gas,
groceries, even Babies R’ Us I might have been more understanding. Cleaning
someone out so you can feed your shopping addiction is just criminal especially
this time of year when money is already tight. With our funds in limbo we knew
getting a Christmas tree was not going to be an option anymore. How can you
afford what’s not a necessity when you should be buying groceries?
I was devastated. Not for me…but for Charlotte.
I know Charlotte
is only 8 months old now but I wanted a Christmas tree for her. She doesn’t
have memories right now and won’t for awhile so it’s up to me to be the keeper
or her memories. It’s up to me, I believe, to thread together the story of her
childhood and her early days; to remember for both of us. Even if I couldn’t
put a damn thing under the tree I wanted to have that for her. To see her face
light up when we turned it on and to decorate it and hang her baby’s first
Christmas ornament on there. As long as I could remember I’ve had a tree. Even
when my parents got divorced and life got shitty my mother made sure we still
had a tree. It was a glimmering beacon of hope to me in my childhood. A symbol
that everything would be alright. If I couldn’t afford a tree for Charlotte,
how would everything be alright?
So I put it out there to the universe. I am not one to ask
for help. In fact I hate asking for help. When Charlotte
was born and I had offers from friends to come and watch her while I napped or
to cook me dinner, I would most often politely decline. I let a few close
friends in but even then it was hard to say yes. My parents were never the type
to ask for help and as a result we never got any. No one brought my mom
casseroles over when we were born or watched us for free while my parents could
have a date night. I never saw help being given so I never thought to ask for
it myself. I maintained if I could get myself into a situation then I needed to
get myself out. Yet after all the struggles in these past few months when I
realized we couldn’t have a tree I hit the end of my rope. I needed help and I
asked.
And I received. Wow did I ever receive.
Help. Help in the form of texts, phone calls, messages and
more than 40 offers from friends for a Christmas tree or money for a Christmas
tree or just positive energy and advice. It brought tears to my eyes knowing
what a great community of friends I had out there. For the first time in my
life I said yes. Yes to help, yes to friends being friends and yes to the
kindness. It’s not like I want to be seen as a charity case I just finally got
the balls to admit I couldn’t do it all. Our friend Amie showed up on our
doorstep with groceries and dinner all I had to do was say the word. Another
friend gave me a generous loan to help us through the holidays. I have never
felt so loved or humble in all my life. I asked my own aunt for a loan and she
turned me down. Thank goodness for good friends right?
Do you remember the end of How the Grinch stole Christmas?
Where the grinch is on top of the hill after stealing all the presents and he
looks down on the town expecting them to be sad? Instead all the towns’ people
are gathered around this glowing beacon of light in the center of the town and
they are singing and smiling. Then the grinch realizes, “Maybe Christmas
doesn’t come from a store…maybe Christmas means just a little bit more.” The
townspeople had everything stolen for them but they had each other and that’s
all they really needed. I don’t need gifts under my tree…to me it isn’t as
important what’s under there as it is who is standing around it. That’s all I
wanted was that symbol of hope for me…for my family.
Of all the offers my friend Ann was the sneaky ninja who
sent me a message, set a date, came over and took me and Charlotte out on a
girls afternoon to shop for a tree. Her only stipulation was that it had to
smell like pine. She graciously bought our tree and helped me set it up in our
living room. She even carried it in the house for me! I let her put the star on
top since she couldn’t stay to help decorate. I asked her how on earth I could
repay her and she just responded that all I had to do was do something kind for
someone else. If you’ve never met Ann she’s just like that. One of the most genuinely
kind people I have ever met. If she hasn’t done anything kind for you it’s just
because you haven’t gotten to know her yet…give her time and she will. It was
amazing.
So this year when I look at the Christmas tree in our living
room, I know I won’t be looking at MY tree…I’ll be looking at everyone’s tree.
Every person out there who showed me what the spirit and true meaning of
Christmas really is. To help someone who maybe never even helped you out just
because you care. To help someone because you feel it’s the right thing to do.
To help someone because you know what it would mean to you.
Someday I’ll show Charlotte
this photo of her sitting in front of our tree at her first Christmas. I will
tell her the story about how hard our lives seemed at the time and what it
meant to us to have that tree for her. I will let Charlotte
know that even if one person stole from us, 45 others gave back without even
giving a second thought. To her she might only see a tree in the picture but
when I look back on this year I’ll remember the hope that I feel now.
“Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store
maybe Christmas means just a little bit more…”
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Flight Benefits plus an open weekend equal spontaneous getaway
Last weekend was one of those magical weekends where you have no plans. No football games to watch, no parties to attend, no major household projects to complete. So my husband Chad suggested on Friday that we hop on a flight to Montrose, Colorado and have a family adventure exploring the Black Canyons.
How could I say no to a weekend in the mountains?
Sometimes it is like pulling teeth to get my husband to
agree to a weekend getaway especially now that we have a baby. Finances and
timing do not always align and so it’s not often we can get away. Montrose is
about a five hour drive which is not ideal when you have a baby who doesn’t
enjoy sitting in her car seat that long. The benefit of my flight attendant job
is free flights so we checked the loads and the flights were wide open going
there and back. I had my barre class subbed out on Saturday and it was off to
the airport we went for a family adventure. The 45 minute flight was a breeze
and after renting a car for $35 for the weekend we were on our way to visit
Telluride. We decided to check out the Black Canyons on Sunday and make it an
all day affair before our flight home which meant Saturday afternoon was free
to explore. I had not been to Telluride or Ouray since the Ice Climbing
Festival two years prior so I was excited to return. Many of the businesses
were closed for fall break before ski season opens so we had the town to
ourselves. This was just fine by me. I love mingling with the locals and having
a beer at the neighborhood brewery rather than fighting for a table at the
restaurants. We went up to the airport in Telluride and took in the spectacular
views of the San Juans which were covered in snow although the ground remained
dry. Telluride is in a box canyon which makes it so special because there is
only one way in and out of the cowboy town. Driving from the town of Ridgeway
into Telluride make sure and keep an eye out for Ralph Lauren’s double RL ranch
on the left hand side. The fence marking his property fence stretches 30 miles
and marks his 17,000 acre ranch.
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view of the san juans from the Telluride airport |
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part of the double RL ranch |
Next stop was Ouray. My first glimpse of Ouray was about 6
years ago as we drove over Red Mountain
pass on our way to Durango for a
wedding. It’s a blink and you miss it kind of town whose main attraction is the
free ice park. Unlike Telluride, there are no skiing mountains around so people
mostly stop there on their way over to Durango
or take the opportunity to soak in the hot springs
there. We decided to eat at a local Mexican restaurant that had the best fish
tacos I have ever tasted. Though the town is small it is home to the Ouray
brewery as well as a bar called Grumpy Pants that one simply must visit when
there. Grumpy Pants can often be seen at the bar himself swinging back and
forth on his homemade swing behind the bar and hoisting his stein of home
brewed beer around.
The real reason for our weekend getaway was, however,
visiting the Black Canyons of Gunnison
National Forest. The canyon has two
rims you can drive around, north and south and while the north is paved the
south is not. We were fortunate that we caught the last weekend where the north
rim road would be open to cars as once the heavy snows hit the road is open to
cross country skiing only. Normally it is $15 a car but since we were
considered to be in winter season there was no fee. The weather was brisk at
the top and I suggest no matter what time of year you visit, bringing layers to
protect against the cold. We had brought hiking boots and had planned to hike
down into the canyon but the south rim, we later discovered, is where most of
those trails are. The north side has ten stop off points where you can park and
walk 100-1,000 yards down to take in the sites of various parts of the canyon.
This turned out to be perfect since we had Charlotte
with us as we could still get our walking in without having to worry about the
hikes being too long for her. She loved the brisk weather and was squealing
with delight at each stop off point. I made Chad
hold her in the baby carrier as I was so intimidated with the views I had crazy
visions of falling off the side of the cliff with her. Another bonus to being
at the canyon this time of year was that there were hardly any people there. We
only saw about 6 others all day. This was nice because some of the overlooks
are small and you can imagine what a hassle it would be trying to take photos
with other people standing in the way. Although I took many photos this is just
one of those sites that you must see for yourself in order to take in the
beauty of the place. I highly recommend a weekend trip there if you have never
been to visit.
At the airport that afternoon I remarked to Chad,
“We should do things like this more often.” He was quick to point out that
money, prior commitments and the time it takes to travel were the things most
preventing us from having a spontaneous getaway every weekend. “I know,” I
said, “I mean more family stuff. More family adventures like this.” Chad
and I are both very social people who don’t have any family that lives in Colorado
so our friends are our family so we often fill our time with friends. This trip
reminded me that while time with friends is wonderful in its own right, there’s
something to be said for taking a weekend away with your family. The family you
chose and created for yourself. We may not be able to be spontaneous and get
away all the time, but then again it wouldn’t be so special when we did would
it?
Thursday, October 31, 2013
The two truths: It will be hard. It will get better
I feel like the next wave of babies is starting. I know so
many people who are pregnant right now…some out in the open and some who still
haven’t revealed it to the social media world yet, but all whom are gearing up
for motherhood. I remember when I was pregnant and I looked at other women who
had their babies’ earth side and I would think to myself, “I can’t wait for
that day. I can’t wait to hold my baby on the outside.” While I enjoyed the
ease of pregnancy and being able to do pretty much whatever I desired, I still
couldn’t wait to meet the life growing inside me. Then once my baby was born I
would look at other babies and think, “I can’t wait until mine gets bigger like
that. I can’t wait until she can sit up on her own or eat solid food.” As much
as I loved having a newborn those first three months were a blur of sleepless
nights and wishing for the next step. Now I wish time would stop and Charlotte
would stay right where she is in her growth: sweet, unable to talk back, an
avid napper, one who isn’t mobile and no teeth in sight.
Whenever I talk to my other mom friends now the conversation
always turns to, “Why doesn’t anyone tell you these things?!” Although the road
to becoming a parent is a well traveled one, it’s not a journey most seem eager
to share the conditions of. This morning, while lying in bed nursing Charlotte
I started to think back on our journey in the first three months and how hard
it was. Hard. That’s a word I use to describe the first three months. While I
do not know the exact path my friends who are expecting will follow I can tell
you two things: it’s hard and then it gets better. You won’t believe me on
either account until you experience it for yourself but that’s the truth.
I’m here to tell you what your other friends might not. You
don’t have to believe me now, but come back to this after your baby is born and
read this at 3am when you are nursing.
Then you’ll know you are not alone.
From the moment you have your baby it will be hard.
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after the adrenalin goes away...shit gets real |
Most people that have
large amounts of bleeding or major abdominal surgery after withstanding hours
of tears, pain and even vomiting are left alone to recover. Not you because you
just had a baby. You will barely recover before you’ll be prompted to
breastfeed from breasts that you’ve had all your adult life but never had to
use in any way shape or form before. Breast feeding will be hard. You may not
be able to even do it and that’s OK. Your baby may not latch, it may be tongue
tied, your nipples may crack and bleed and your breasts will engorge and you
will feel like millions of fire ants are crawling inside your skin. If you want
to breast feed then stick with it and fight for it. Know that nurses will come
in every two hours and to your humiliation will grab your breasts and show you
how to shove a nipple in your babies mouth the right way. You may think you
know what you are doing but trust me you have no idea. All those family members
and friends you want to come visit you in the hospital and at home after baby?
They will see your breasts so get over it. Tell them to get over it. Don’t even
worry about that cute “hooter hider” you got from your baby shower because you
won’t put it to use. Not yet anyways. There’s too much going on and it’s too
much of a process to feed your baby to worry about putting that damn thing on
beforehand.
So your body is wrecked, it’s going to hurt to pee for
awhile if you had a vaginal birth (don’t even think about your first bowel
movement it’s as bad as you might imagine afterwards) and now you have a living
being to take care of that comes with no instruction book. You’ll think you
know how to swaddle and you’ll fail the first few times. Most of those clothes
you got at the baby shower won’t fit so you may have to send family out and buy
infant clothes. Baby will sleep just long enough for you to get one or two
things done (showering or teeth brushing top the list) and then it will be time
to feed again. You will feel like all you do is feed and all anyone else does
is hold your baby. This is pretty much the truth. Everyone will say to sleep
when your baby sleeps but know this may not be possible for awhile. You will be
so busy returning phone calls, seeing visitors or having family or trying to
eat that you won’t sleep when the baby sleeps. When you do try to sleep the
baby will be awake and you’ll become a zombie after three weeks. I remember
distinctly crying a lot in those first few weeks. Crying because I was up at midnight, then two, then four, then six; always
feeding and not knowing if I was doing it right. I suggest you buy yourself a
nice robe because that’s what you’ll be in for awhile. Get a nursing bra while
you are at it to sleep in. No one tells you that as your hormones regulate back
to some normalcy that you will sweat while you sleep. You will wake up covered
in sweat. Until your milk regulates you’ll wake up covered in milk too from
leaky breasts. I was always diligent about using breast pads during the day but
at night, after waking every two hours to feed…well sometimes those just didn’t
make it back in the bra. My bed was covered in them in the morning. That and
the boppy and blankets and diapers. You may want to invest in a king size bed.
You will fret whether to have the baby in its own crib or in your bed. Hope you
didn’t spend a lot on crib sheets because it’s going to be awhile before baby
is in her own room. Most nights Charlotte
just slept on my chest with me paralyzed in fear that if I moved she’d roll off
or worse wake up. You won’t sleep and it will make you a crazy person. And by crazy
person I mean hormonal lunatic who cries at everything, who sometimes looks at
their own baby with a mixture of disgust and fear, and who contemplates packing
their bags and running away.
And that’s OK.
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take advantage of nap time when you can |
Everyone who’s had kids before will tell you it gets better.
Everyone you meet will ask you if your baby is sleeping through the night. And
you will want to kill them all. In your mind you will think it’s never going to
get better; that your body will always look and feel horrible and your baby will
never sleep. It’s not true but that’s what your zombie brain will tell you.
Then somewhere around 12 weeks, just when it’s time to go
back to work, it will be better. You will have found your grove and your new
normal and you will settle in. Similar to being in a yoga class and being made
to hold a pose for so long that eventually you forget you are holding it and
you forget you hate it and your mind travels elsewhere and you start to like
it. You will get better at breast feeding and will eventually master the side
lying technique so you and baby can both fall back asleep during early morning
feedings. Your boobs will stop leaking and you will quit peeing yourself every
time you stand upright. If you had a vaginal birth your post partum
hemorrhaging will subside and you can work out again without feeling like every
jumping jack will kill you. You will build the confidence to leave the house by
yourself without worrying about meltdowns. You may even become adventurous
enough to fly on an airplane to visit family (to which you might immediately
regret your decision but hey you tried right?). No one can tell you when this
day may come but it will come and you will start to feel like you can actually
handle this mom thing after all.
Then something will happen and you will question yourself
once again. Your baby may accidentally almost suffocate from pulling a pillow
over its head while you are an arms length away (true story). Or perhaps baby
chokes on a piece of frozen fruit you give her or you drop your iphone on her
head while nursing and browsing facebook. Your dog may be sweetly lying beside
your baby and then get up in such a panic for no reason that it claws your
baby’s face with it’s paws (also a true story) leaving you in tears (even
though baby escaped without a scratch). Every day you will fail as a parent but
you will also learn and grow and become more confident. Failing is a part of
what makes you succeed. Some days you will just do what you have to in order to
get by and others you will feel like the best parent there ever was.
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introducing charlotte to the pacific ocean - one day you will get your body back |
No one ever tells you what the journey is going to be like,
what the path before you holds because here’s the truth: none of us really know
the first thing about traveling it ourselves. But we do the best we can.
If you’re lucky you’ll have a friend like me who can
honestly tell you the very worst of it and have faith you’ll get through it
just like we all do. Try not to wish for the next thing and just enjoy what is
no matter how bad or dark those times may seem. Because one day the fog lifts
and you’ll stand there with your 7 month old wondering what the hell happened
and how you ended up on the other side of the worst of it.
Your body, your confidence, your life…it will all come back
to you but those days with your newborn won’t. So enjoy…even at 3am.
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they change a lot by 7 months |
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Thirty Random Acts of Kindness challenge
In a few short days it will be November and what I like to
call, “the month of gratitude.” Every year in November I like to pause each day
and remember something that I am grateful for. Usually I post these things to
social media such as my facebook or more currently instagram. While I know it’s
meaningful to say these things out loud and proclaim them to the social media
world I thought this year I would try something different. The idea came to me
while driving home from the airport from work one night. There are a lot of 30
day challenges floating around – some that involve eating a certain diet,
others working out or even abstaining from certain behaviors. Most of these
challenges, it seems to me involve improving the self or the ego. After all,
what does the world benefit from your bulging biceps or you cutting bread from
your diet? Who cares how many times you frequent the gym in 30 days? I wanted
to take on a challenge that did not benefit me, but benefited
others…anonymously. Instead of saying out loud what I am grateful for or
posting to facebook, I have decided I want to pass my blessings on to others.
For everything I am grateful for I wanted to help improve someone else's day.
Thirty days of gratitude. Thirty random acts of kindness.
So I have made a list of the 30 random acts of kindness I
wanted to perform. They are in no particular order but I have to complete one
each day. The beneficiary of my kindness must be random. I also decided I would
let my yoga classes and friends via social media know my plans so that it might
inspire them as well. Imagine if we all stopped thinking of ourselves for a
moment and thought of a way we could help someone else with no applause. It’s
part of the idea that people won’t remember your name, what you look like, or
what you said but they will always remember how you made them feel. Well I want
to make people feel good and I hope others join me in this.
Here’s my list:
- Buy the person behind me in line’s coffee
- Leave the mailman a nice note
- leave a flower on a strangers car
- buy someone something from their baby registry at random on amazon
- give blood
- give a homeless person gloves/hat
- feed an expired parking meter
- shovel neighbors driveway when it snows
- send someone dessert in a restaurant
- leave a compliment on a mirror
- leave change in a vending machine
- leave a quarter in a gumball machine
- leave a nice note for the next flight attendant
- leave candy for the next flight attendant
- leave a $1 in my favorite book at the book store
- leave a $1 somewhere random for someone to find
- donate a meal for thanksgiving at the grocery store
- donate hotel toiletries to a woman’s shelter
- send a just because note to someone I haven’t talked to in awhile in my address book
- bring a treat for my flight crew
- Send a card to someone in the military overseas
- let someone go ahead of me in line at the grocery store
- give a lottery ticket to a stranger
- leave a book/magazine somewhere for someone to read
- leave $5 on a pack of diapers at the store
- give someone a sincere compliment
- leave an inspirational note in a book at the book store
- write a nice sidewalk chalk note at the park
- fill up the water containers and baggies at the dog park
- tip 100%
“Great acts are made up of small deeds” – Lao Tzu
I know I have much to be thankful for each and every day. My
health, my family, my friends, my job, my daughter, my life…I could count my
blessings forever. I don’t think any of these small acts in and of themselves
will change the world but I know they will change someone’s day and make it a
little brighter.
Thirty acts of kindness. Thirty days of gratitude. Starting
November 1st. It’s not much…but it’s a start.
#30daysofgratitudeattitude
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