Speaking of my Canadian life (which I have in recent posts), I just received an email from an old high school friend of mine, Kathy Buckworth. (Okay so technically, we go back to middle school.) We reconnected a few years ago and have since shared periodic emails and Christmas card exchanges.
Kathy is an award-winning writer, humorist, public speaker and television personality. Her blog ~ Funny Mummy Files ~ chronicles her life raising four children. She has written a number of books on motherhood and has one coming out next spring: The BlackBerry Diaries: Adventures in Modern Motherhood. Her writing reminds me somewhat of my own, in style, tone and the occasional topic. However, she’s actually figured out how to get PAID for her writing which is where we differ significantly. That and SHE’S actually funny! Details.
Anyway, in my in-box this afternoon, there was a message from Kathy’s list serve announcing that she will be posting twice a month to a new blog: “On Balance”, written exclusively for DoubleDay Canada’s Health & Harmony website. Along with that announcement was her first post. I was surprised and tickled to see it was about yoga. So, of course I must share:
Yoga pants. Yes that’s right – an activity/sport/philosophy/way of life so special, there are pants for it. Okay, so I got the yoga pants. After all, every woman knows the best part about starting up a new type of exercise is buying the clothes that go with it. I have the tennis whites, the golf shoes, ski jacket and riding boots to prove it. So armed (or legged) with these pants, I made my way to the yoga studio. Which is disturbingly decorated in mostly full-length mirrors (which I discovered during a Downward Dog are for seeing sides of your own and others’ rear ends that you’ve never seen before. Or want to again.). I could see that my shoulders are in fact naturally positioned up by my ears, a fact that the instructor actually took a few minutes to point out to the rest of the participants as an example of “not letting go”. Listen fella, I gave birth to four kids – I know “letting go”. Just not here in these new yoga pants.
I inflexibly made my way through the Warrior Pose, the Goddess Pose, the Mountain Pose; I’ll admit that when I was asked to put my hands in the prayer position what I was praying for was that the instructor would eventually lead us to the Pinot Pose, at which I knew I could excel.
I made it through the class, one ill-executed move after another, until it was time for the meditation period which marked the end of the session. As I lay on the floor contemplating my week’s grocery list, the children’s hockey schedule while courageously fighting the urge to turn my BlackBerry on I wondered if there was a cute top to go with these pants. And then I let it go.
by Kathy Buckworth