It’s been some time, hi hello...

It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted but I thought I’d begin by saying that my health hasn’t been playing an ancillary part in my life. Still working on my progress. 

Understanding the modern day ego

I'm noticing a lot of (potentially unintentional) shade from specific people in my life... And perhaps this of no fault other than my own. 

I'm not the type of person to reach out.

I make the common-day social gesture and text; comment via social media--I don't call.. Partially because the distance I've already placed makes it difficult to maintain current contact information (phone numbers) for everyone I communicate with-- I still reach out when I can.

Most of time, I don't care if they don't respond. Shit, I have a life full of daily demands... A child to care for, groups I belong, committees I respond to, and people I click with, not to mention the chores and responsibilities of being a full time mom/ working bread winner/ and chef. 

I make due with the time I have. 

But whatever.

I usually ignore the discontent I have and eventually the 2nd or 3rd attempt I make reaches through and they respond. But in this situation, I feel completely ignored.

I can't help but feel this channel has been closed. Perhaps by conditions beyond my knowledge have put a cease in these people's contact with me because it has been seen as something accessory to their own life.

In which case, I am saddened. 

Have I become someone so remote; so distant that I serve no relevance -- no viable mean of communicative support? 

This is so disheartening to me and so self-damaging to contemplate.

I'm working towards a better understanding of them in a reflection of my own ego. 

I'm trying to learn how to not take offense, but this alienation has made me feel... Well, alone. 

Sooner or later, this will subside and I'm certain this will no longer burden me the way it does now. 

I won't hurt... the way these people are possibly trying to hurt me. Maybe even subconciously.

And that--- is the underlying MO of suffering. 

Gym Pet Peeves

For those who hold yourself up while using the ‪#‎stairmaster, then gram about how you did 40 minutes on level 20 + burned 800 calories.... You are cheating yourself... And your booty. Divide that number in half and add the "gains" you claim to your poor shoulders that had been supporting you as you climbed like super Mario.... Looking all kinds of foolish.   

Tip: Let go of the bar altogether.  

Think: When you climb stairs in real life, do you have some magical bar in front of you to prop you up? NO!  

In the Next Room

I love my friends. The other day, my girlfriend Barrie invited me to watch a "Period piece on vibrators" -- as she put it. The play entitled: "In the Next Room" about the late 18th century plague of female (and male) hysteria and its usage of a plug in medical device which 'alleviates unnecessary tension'.

Needless to say, it was hilarious. 

Not to mention its cap on our lack of knowledge in that era. It always astounds me when I hear of the methodology used in that age. Although I'm sure there were some inaccuracies, the idea that women/ new mothers didn't need to feel sexual pleasure doesn't surprise me. 

I've heard in several instances, some women these days still have never/ don't know how to have an orgasm organically.

I feel sorry for those women.

Kure Juice// Mother's Day

It's been quite some time since I wrote in my blogger what with life being so hectic and busy... Sean working full time and me starting new job across the river that consumes a greater amount time for commute. I really bide my spare energy and seek solitude in yoga and QT with my love bugs. (Mostly, posting to my Instagram account for curt media relief)

In other news:

Had a fantastic Mother's Day weekend!

After an amazing hike with friends (for a good friend's birthday), we felt rejuvenated and ready for a laxed Sunday. 

I called my mother of course and let her know how thankful I was to have been given life through her. Face timed my father (thank goodness for today's technology) and off we went to explore some new spaces and places. 

Went to Tabor Tavern as my new boss says it's an excellent brunch spot. No wait. Sorry service. Excellent food. As expected for a Sunday brunch spot in Portland. Then galavanted around the Hawthorne district for some goodies: Used movies! The little mermaid special edition, step brothers, the legend of zorro  (for the sound track), and UP! So stoked on that! Afterwards we ventured up street for some sweet blended and pressed treats at Kure. Behold: cold pressed beets, carrots, ginger, and cilantro. Mm! 

Sickness.

This ailment that would have been the death of this last week. Thanking all the fluids, meds, and love I had to over come it.

Hip openers.

I've never been so inspired by them. But as of lately, nothing has felt as refreshing as these.

When your body grows use to the same movements, it has an irrefutable capacity for telling you what it needs more of.

Lotus or in Sanskrit: Padmasana.

Self explanatory asana.

Best tip: place as much of your leg as you can on your thigh, to alleviate anckle pressure.

I feel it's best held in 8 breath counts, of course.