Since last post, a few universes have whirled by me. I've avoided being struck by any asteroids. I have been feeling showered with grace - maybe it's star dust. Sometimes I almost start complaining that all this grace is showering down on me at such an incredible speed that it stings a little.
The studio, both the business aspect and the teaching continue to be a lot of work and continue to go really well. All the teachers are National Treasures. rare finds, pure gold. One of these years I want to just focus on teaching and writing - not add on so many extras. But this is not the year.
In mid-April I went to the second of three intensives in Sedona with Paul Muller Ortega. That just about knocked my socks off - although I was not wearing any since the weather was warm enough for sandals and bare feet.
Two weeks later I went to another week long intensive - the Anusara Certified Teachers Gathering in Denver. That was a week of strong, hard work on a lot of levels. It was definitely rich and worthwhile.
Noah Maze came to teach a workshop at Garden Street last weekend. We had an awesome weekend. In case I had any doubt about where my biceps are located, I no longer have to wonder.
Noah took off on Sunday night and Eli came home on Monday night. We have been having a great reunion. After I finish this post, he and I are going swimming at the brand new, huge, megalith of a center in Coeur d'Alene - the Kroc Center. It was funded by McDonald's Hamburgers. They say the foundation is made of Big Macs. I don't care - I love to swim. The huge lap pool, which would generally have 300 gallons of chlorine, has only 25 gallons .The rest is saline. I am in heaven when I swim there.
Next Tuesday, Chris (my husband) is leaving for 2 weeks. He will be doing a silent meditation retreat - sitting for 10 - 12 hours each day. Meditation Boot Camp. The day he gets back I begin teaching the Teacher Training Intensive in Coeur d'Alene - approx. 10 hours a day for 6 days. Teacher Training Boot Camp.
I am thinking that after all this.....after all these universes of swirling work and relationship and study have settled down to a slightly slower orbit, I will be able to return to a more regular writing practice. I miss it like crazy. Of course, I do write and write and write and write - every day I compose SO MANY e-mails!
Life has been so busy that I find myself sometimes starting to fall into a conditioned and habitual response of "overwhelm" accompanied by the "I'm too busy blues". But lately, something new has been happening. Somehow I'm being stopped in my overwhelm tracks, by a true sense of surprise that there is NO PROBLEM. I am happy! (I have got to remember to keep a close eye on those sneaky conditioned, habitual responses - they can ruin a perfectly fine day!)