Hints of spring...

There is something magically, amazingly, fantastically spiritual that happens to me when the weather is warm. Random days of sun and clear skies are like taking a shot of mega vitamins or something. Makes me thankful. Makes me smile. Makes me move off the comfort and warmth of the couch that I hunker down in for the winter and forces me to go and see what's going on in the world.

So I say thanks, Warm Day. I love your hints of spring that rained on us today.

Now ending the day on a balcony, in flip-flops and my hippy shirt, with a beer and good company. Ahh...life is good.

Analysis Paralysis

Where and when, exactly, does one learn to over analyze? I mean, I don't recall anyone particularly over thinking things as I grew up or constantly asking me, "Now have you thought about this or that", but here I sit, a 30-year old woman, who quite possibly could (and often does) spend hours thinking and re-thinking the most minute things to the point of paralysis. Now, does being an analytical thinker have its pluses? Absolutely. I am glad that I don't just walk through my world, blindly and compliantly nodding and accepting everything with no brain or input of my own. However, these fits of analytical thinking that occur are quite annoying and potentially sabotaging--to my confidence, my relationships, my sanity. Now that is not acceptable.

So I just want to know when Analysis Paralysis entered my psyche and when, I pray, it may leave. Maybe I need to meditate. Maybe I need to drink. Maybe I need to pray more. See, I'm doing it as I even think of ways to help me NOT do it. Grrrrr.....

Well, onward and upward, I resolve to write and just hope that all will love and accept me, over analyzing self and all.

Costa Rica Rewind Part 3

New Year's Eve Sunrise (12-31-07)

While sitting out on our quaint balcony, sipping my new favorite coffee, the following was written...

"Sunrise, sunrise, looks like morning in your eyes"
~Norah Jones

Hey God, I like what you've done with the place, quite impressive actually. A bright glow eagerly creeps over the mountain to the left of our balcony. It is not a gentle glow, asking if I am ready to arise for the new day, but rather a beacon of light, demanding I recognize the presence of new opportunities that the bright glow is offering.

Eyes that were groggy are now somehow enveloping the new scenery with warmth and glee. Yoga awaits...more new awakening ensues...

Costa Rica Rewind Part 2

We have arrived at Pura Vida Wellness Retreat and Spa

Rememeber...
...saying "Hablo Espanol un poquito" (I speak a little Spanish) and the Pura Vida director/guide at the airport took this to mean we were fluent, so off to the Spanish races we went. We resolved to just say "no" next time.
...the stick shift, bumpy drive through tiny streets where everyone had the "right of way"
...our new friend, Kim (below), we met on the ride to Pura Vida, who does "hard core yoga" (a bit of a contradiction in terms, que no?)













...our new BFF, Jorge, who graciously gave us a room with a ridiculous view and a nice rub on the back. Oh, and remember our Dirty Dancing moment when we stumbled upon his, the staff's, living quarters (hee hee)










...our wonderful first meal (of many we had this week) in the tranquil dining area, and an interesting Body Talk workshop/demonstration with Katia, one of the therapists.
...but mostly, I just want to remember to be thankful.

Pura Vida!







P.S. When I wrote this journal entry, I weaved my writing around our "Bienvenidos/Welcome" name tag sticker we received at the airport. I tried to honor and represent that in this post, so that's the reason for the interesting text and image organization.

Costa Rica Rewind

Since C.R. is not the most developed place on the planet, I did journal throughout my amazing trip. I will attempt to give a rewind and recap of each of those entries throughout the next week.
12-30-07 On plane to Costa Rica
I think we are flying over the Caribbean Ocean or maybe it's the Gulf of Mexico. Either way, all I see is blue, sprinkled with faint puffs of white cloud. Either way, it's an amazing view. Jack Johnson is buzzing through my popping ear drums. I am ready to hear the best words, "Folks, we are beginning our descent." Then, I can really get excited and really almost pee my pants in anticipation.

There's a guy sitting in front of me that has the nicest set of jet black curls I've seen in a while. It's short enough to avoid a fro, but long enough to get a slight twirl around one's finger. Think he would min if I took a quick stroke through it? Probably not appropriate in this setting, but a funny thought.

I've been thinking a lot about what is/is not appropriate in life. Particularly in anticipation of thi trip See this is the kind of trip where you want to throw caution to the wind and let appropriate see its way out. This is a place, I anticipate, where I need not worry--worry about what I will do or wear or think for the next 6 days. We'll see how that works out. I'm sure mi amiga will approve and support any "inappropriateness" I may conduct. Ciao for now...I'll get back to writing once in C.R.

Resisting the "Edit" Button

Blogger has this really cool thing that allows you to go back and edit your posts after publication. "Perfect," I thought today as I was rereading a recent post. I didn't like the phrasing of a sentence, and immediately wanted to go back and "fix" it.

Wow.

My fellow bloggers frequently discuss the issue of the self-editor when writing in the blogging world. The immediacy of blog writing is so nice and invigorating. We don't have to wait for acceptance or approval. We hit the publish button, and our words are out there. However, the downside to this is the fact that writers, of any sort/level/comfort, can't help but worry about the editing/proofreading aspect of their work. It has only me three posts to get a bit frazzled about this, but in the spirit of the title of this blog, I aim to keep writing...hopefully to enlight, and resist writing "right".

Loving the body

In our society, we are presented with two extremes when it comes to the treatment of the body--indulge or hide. I tend to lean more towards the indulge side. I try to value and love my body at all times. I grew up in a household that made no big deal about the human body. In fact, I grew up appreciating and celebrating the body and all it is capable of. Nudity, while not encouraged in a whenever-the-mood-strikes kind of way (aka Brittany Spears peep show), was not an issue in my house. We have bodies and body parts and they serve very useful and important functions--this was how everything was presented to me. Nothing to be ashamed, but rather something to revel in. Today, I indulged and loved my body in the form of a 90-minute massage.

Now, usually, when it comes to things I do for the body--run, yoga, lift weights, etc.--I like tough and in depth. Pain equals good in my brain. My massages are no different. But today my usual therapist was sick, so I had a new person. Now usually this would deter me because when you find a good massage therapist, you don't stray. However, I learned a good lesson today. Mo helped me love my body today. She is a deep tissue gal, just like my regular person, but today was all about love. Fluid, lucid, and dreamy best describes how I feel right now.

I want to remember this over and over again. Extreme is not always best when it comes to my body and loving it. Sure a good tough workout, massage, etc. is nice, and I usually thrive on that. But I was totally seduced with the gentle, yet purposeful experience today. Tough girl lost today. Yeah!