Words of wisdom, chips of turnip

Words of wisdom. Not mine, of course ;-)

Here is the basic prescription for any question: Open the hips, then the back. Heal the knees (by opening the hips, then the back). If you want to do the next pose, perfect all the previous ones. If you want to start Second Series, deepen the backbends. If you want to do Third Series, don’t. You probably shouldn’t. If you are frequently injured or miss practices, scale back or do primary only until the inconsistency is all gone for a long time. Never, ever skip practice. And implicitly: don’t feel sorry for yourself, work hard, give thanks to your teachers, breathe deep, defer to SKPJ in all things, and make offerings to Ganesh. :-)

Or, as Soen Sa Nim said (before Nike ever thought of it): Just do it!

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Fun with the dehydrator! Right now on my desk, there’s a little zip-lock bag of dried salted kale leaves and crispy turnip chips, and a bag of dried apple rings and pineapple wedges. All very yummy. But I’ll tell you what: I consider the dehydrator worth its price and the amount of space it takes up (kind of a lot), just for the unbelievable deliciousness of raw flax crackers.

I’ve always had little tea splatters under my desk from tossing my tea bags into the waste basket. Now there’re a few flax seeds under there, too. I’m pretty convinced a human could live happily on flax crackers and tea. The Cop will definitely disagree on this. He is amused by the dehydrator, particularly when I tell him I can use it to squirrel away food for the coming apocalypse (he’s always ready for that eventuality).

Yup, we’ll be set for the apocalypse. Guns and ammo? Check! Large, protective dog? Check! Dried food? Check! Ice dancing routine? Check!

 

Happy Friday

So I look over last night and all I can think is, “God, I have to make him some pants.”

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Ice dancing

Cop, approaching me: “I’m going to put my hands under your armpits and lift you up…”

Me: “Huh? Why?”

Cop, with his hands under my arms: “One! Two! Three!”

Me, getting heavy so he can’t lift me up: “What are you doing?!”

Cop: “You jump and I’ll catch you up over my head. It’ll be fun. One… two…”

Me: “No! I don’t want to!”

Cop, disappointed: “Why not? It’s like ice dancing. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

Me, nodding toward a 7 foot tall bookshelf made of 95% glass and 5% metal: “I don’t want to fall on that. We’re not trained to do this!”

Cop, setting up to throw: “If anything goes wrong, I’ll throw you toward the bed. One… two.. three!”

Me, up in the air over his head, having made the jump: {screaming sound}

Cop, putting me down: “See? Like ice dancing.”

 

Recipe!

As noted in the past, when The Cop is at work, I cook things that I love but which horrify him.

Today I’m making Crispy Kale! It’s as yummy as potato chips (I have a potato chip problem…).

Crispy Kale

A bunch of kale, torn into bite-sized pieces and tough stems removed
1-2 tablespoons olive oil
sea salt or kosher salt

1. Preheat oven to 350F.

2. Rinse and salad spin the kale. Use a towel to blot any extra water on the leaves. Place the kale on the baking sheet.

3. Drizzle olive oil over the kale leaves and use your hands to toss and coat the leaves. Bake in the oven for 12-20 minutes until leaves are crisp. Check the kale at the 12 minute mark. If the leaves are paper-thin crackly, it’s done. If the leaves are still a bit soft, leave them in for another 2 minutes. Do not let the leaves turn brown. Remove from oven, sprinkle with salt and serve.

Dana: I suspect that, much like the last post, you may be disappointed with this.

 

Yoga Vacay!

I’d been thinking a bit about where to do a yoga vacation in 2010, and suddenly it dawned on me. There’s an authorized teacher right here in Arizona! Duh! I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner.

I sent Lisa an email, asking if it’d be okay for me to visit for a couple of weeks in April & she replied that that would be fine. I figure I’ll go to Mysore practice, and then perhaps book a private class or two while I’m there.

The best part of this is that The Cop wants to come along. Usually I’m on my own for yoga vacations, so this is terrific news! There’s great mountain biking in Tucson for him, so we’ll pack up Waylon, the Manduka, and his mountain bike and spend two weeks in a vacation rental.

Now I just need to find a place to rent. I’ve been looking at a few websites and they have increeeeedibly slooooooow servers. Gah! I hate going slow on the information superhighway! Still, this is a pretty good problem to have.

 

Random and hilarious

Trolling YouTube for some good passive stretches for the psoas, and I came across this vid that:

1) Actually simulates a stretch the chiro did with me.
2) Includes the quote: “I’m only gonna show you on one side, because you’re not idiots.”
3) Offers some hilarious advice on where to get relationship advice.

 

All I want for Christmas is a chiropractic session

A lovely Christmas with the family. My Dad had the pleasure of sharing bourbon with not only his daughter, but also his granddaughter. It’s kind of sweet. My Dad enjoys having a drink every day, and he particularly likes that I drink bourbon with him when I visit. And last night, My Gift joined us for the first time.

Bonding over booze. Nothing like a family holiday.

Seriously, though, it was all very nice — the humans ate, laughed and exchanged gifts, and the dogs got along well.

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I went to a new chiropractor this week. I wanted some help sorting out what I figured was a sore QL. It only bothers me in kapotasana, urdhva dhanurasana and dropbacks, but those are the postures I am most interested in these days, so I wanted to see if there was any need for an adjustment. I can feel that the pain is related to some kind of subtle twist in my hips (and, by default, spine), and I don’t want to let it go unaddressed, since twisting torque is not the body’s friend.

My initial consultation was pretty funny. I had to fill out a sheet that asked how bad my pain was on a scale of 1 to 10 (I said 2). I had to indicate if the pain affected any of a long list of activities (answered no to all of them, since “affects asana practice” wasn’t an option). And I had to indicate whether the pain was constant or intermittent, and qualify the character of the pain (“searing,” “stabbing,” etc. — there was no option for “makes me want to skip to closing poses”).

So then the chiro did some kinesthetic tests.

“Touch your toes,” he said.

I put my hands on the floor.

“Any pain?” he asked.

“No.”

“Bend as far back as you can,” he said.

I did a hangback.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No.”

I lay on the table and he pushed my leg toward my face. Started laughing as it just kept going.

“Most of my patients would be screaming before I got their legs perpendicular to the table. Does this hurt at all?”

“No.”

He tried external hip rotations (a half lotus and then pushing down on my knee).

“Anything?”

“No.”

He did an assisted backbend stretch that was similar to dhanurasana.

“No pain,” I said.

He looked at the info I’d given him and said, “I’m having a hard time understanding what we need to do here.”

I explained that if I am on my knees and then back bend and try to grab my feet, THAT’S when I feel the pain. He laughed again.

Anyhow, the upshot of all of this is that he thinks it’s not my QL, but my left hip flexor. Okay, I’m willing to work with that hypothesis. I like that he is trying to solve for this despite the fact that it falls outside of his diagnostic tests. He talked about kidneys and meridians and tailbones — I kind of glazed over a bit because I’m not up on the meridian stuff (I’m doing some reading now to try to catch up), and then there was an adjustment and some ultrasound. Nice.

The next day, I felt pretty stiff and sore. Today, though, I woke up with intense sensation in my psoas muscles (both sides). Not simple pain, though it was a little painful, but more the kind of sensation where you are super-attuned to the muscle. Like it’s slightly chilled taffy with tons of nerve endings. Did primary this morning, paying lots of attention to the easy-to-access sensation of the psoas. I hope this sensitivity stays for a little while — I know I have work to do here.

Anyhow, another session on Monday. We’ll see how it goes.

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Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope you get everything you wish for in 2010.

 

Eve Day

Great day so far — got up late (7:15!), had coffee, practiced. Went for a walk in the desert with The Cop and Waylon. Came home, had lunch, read (a great book that I read years ago & am thoroughly enjoying re-reading). Made pasta for dinner tonight. (Last night I made a chocolate bundt cake with cream cheese glaze that we’ll bring along, as well.) Just now I’m having a cup of chai and one of these. Damn, they’re good! They actually came in a basket The Cop’s parents sent. I set them aside, not too terribly interested in trying them. Finally got around to having one last night. OMG. Unbelievable.

We’ll be at my Mom and Dad’s house this evening — The Cop, My Gift, Waylon and me. My sister, her girlfriend and their dog, Wiley, are in from San Diego. Ought to be fun.

Some pics from this morning. The Cop and Way:

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Lots of cholla cactus around the trail. Waylon managed to get a bit in his front left paw. The Cop got most of it out on the trail, and I just pulled the last bit out a minute ago when I saw him fussing with his paw again.

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And here’s Way with an early Christmas present. Hope everyone gets everything they want in 2010!

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Bitter and sweet

Maxine left us the other day. We brought her to the vet, because she indicated to The Cop that she was done with her life. It was so hard to let her go, but certainly time. She was 14 — and her breed generally lives about 10 years. So a very, very old lady.

I thought about how she was so gracious when I entered her & The Cop’s life. I remember the first time I met her. She sat on the couch next to me and I wondered if she was waiting for The Cop to leave the room so she could kill the interloper.

But that wasn’t her style. Nope. She played along, she helped raise Tyler and Waylon, and she never complained. Sure, she couldn’t *say* anything, but dogs let you know when they’re disgruntled. Maxine was pretty zen through whatever we threw at her. As long as she could lie out in the grass on a sunny day, she was pretty happy.

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Managers: Take note.

Rewards narrow our focus (and restrict possibilities).