I love Sundays

My favorite part of the weekends lately have been the 3:30pm yoga classes. The time is perfect as it gives me all morning to get stuff done and all evening as well. One of my favorite poses lately has been Gorilla Pose (Padahastasana - pah-da-has-tahs-anna). It stretches the hamstrings and lower back and improves circulation into the wrists and hands. It also relieves mild anxieties somehow. Stepping on my hands used to be difficult and somewhat painful but now I can knead all my weight down on each hand one at a time (like a cat that kneads at bedding). On Sundays my favorite yoga teacher at Inner Fire teaches at 3:30pm she plays good music (see below) and will usually mention an interesting article in the New York Times. Today's mention was about rejection. According to the article, "...bad breakups and hot coffee elicited a similar response in the brain, at least as measured by fMRI machines." That's spilled hot coffee. Hot coffee makes me think of love and acceptance, not rejection! 

As I thought on the real pain of rejection, I wondered if in the end it makes us stronger, thicker, and more able to tolerate it. BUT if the pain is as real as being burned in our brains, then it makes more sense that rejection hurts every time the same or perhaps even worse? It still hurts when I find that a student doesn't like me or my class, when my daughters don't want me around, when I find a bunch of friends have gathered socially without inviting me. I react with maturity now, roll it off like it doesn't matter. That doesn't mean I don't feal it anymore, I know. 

Jim came home this afternoon after a week away training. We all had dinner together and now the girls are watching a movie with him. It was a good day for relaxing, getting a few things done. I spent time outside with Balt, weeding dandilions. It was a small taste of summer...