Ignite the Light

On my daily walk, I meet this friend

Reaching Far and Wide

Searching for the light

Sheltering you and me

Bursting with color

Before it’s deciduous and ………leaves.

Reminding you that when darkness comes, leaves fall and all is cold and barren, you can reach inside for respite and light.  It’s always there even in our darkest hour. You may be knocked to your knees, seething in anger and fear which is understandable. When the candle is ignited and you blow it out, bring it inside to illuminate your soul while you remember the burst of color from fall.

Have a blessed Day as we stand tall in fall!

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In Love and Light,

Cindy

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STAND TALL

After 4 months of Sheltering in Place with my 2 and sometimes 3 children and visits with my elderly parents, I’ve witnessed slouching more than ever before.  I’m constantly walking by and running my finger up their spine or poking them between the shoulder blades saying “sit up tall” telling them the ramifications of hunching.  I can still hear my father’s words in my head “pull your shoulders back”.  He didn’t give a hella beans about proper body mechanics, only how I appeared in public. 

Sorry “kids”, mind you they’re 29, 31, 33 and 35. So here I am doing the same thing my Dad did to me only for a different reason. Besides, it’s payback time so I get to return the favor to my parents as well..hee hee. Actually,  I know too much being in the field of health and wellness all of my life and seeing the ramifications of “being a slouch”.

My mother wanted me to run for Miss Daly City in 1974 which I wasn’t too keen on but went along with just the same. Heck, I could win 1,000 dollars to McDonald’s department store and what 17 year old girl doesn’t like to shop?!!

Where in the hell is Daly City you ask and who cares?  Sorry if I’m offending anyone that lives there and loves it.  My 94 year old Father in Law still does.
Sorry, Dad. Actually he too choose the sun and is renting his out for a pretty penny.

“Top of the hill Daly City” as the saying goes is about 20 min south of San Francisco in California; The fog bank fo the world.  We used to go to Searsville Lake during the summer and swim.
(Click link for fun facts) https://news.stanford.edu/searsville/faqs.html

 I remember driving through Millbrae which was the first time I saw sun.  I kid you not.  My husband, who I met in high school can attest to that. Our goal in life was to live at least that far south of Daly City.  Thankfully, we are now 40 minutes south of there.

Millbrae and Burlingame were only 15 minutes from Daly City.  As a side note, there was a song made about Daly City written by Malvina Reynolds in 1962 called Little Boxes on the Hillside. She got her inspiration when driving through the town one day. The lyrics just about sums up good ole Daly City;   Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes on the hillside and they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same. It became a hit for her friend Pete Seeger in 1963 when he released his cover album.

Hearing the song for yourself will give you a much better idea of what I’m talking about and makes me laugh everytime I sing it. https://www.songfacts.com/facts/malvina-reynolds/little-boxes 

Malvina Reynolds
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Little Boxes made out of Ticky Tacky

That was our neighborhood until I moved out to go to college after I took the title of Miss Daly City. Who hoo…. LOL!  That was enough for me and I quickly abandoned that train.  

I’ll never forget the dreaded bathing suit competition and wearing the highest pair of heels I could walk in and standing as tall as I could with one knee bent in front when I stood in front of the judges, to appear slimmer than I was.  With short thick legs my mother taught me this trick early on.  Good Posture did however get ingrained in me which I value now more than ever as I’m getting older and gravity takes it’s toll. 

can you guess which one is me?

I’m sure many of you have been experiencing less than optimal posture during COVID-19.  Most of us are sitting more than usual at the computer, working from the bed or sofa, watching more T.V., and exercising hand to mouth activity as we watch our expanding waistlines right before our eyes. Most of us are noticing more slouching as well.  I’m a stickler for correct posture as my family and clients will attest to since I’m always on their case.  

I take great pride in my posture being good so you can imagine how shocked I was when just a few days ago, one of my daughters asked me why I was waddling. She proceeded to tell me I looked like an old lady when I walked lately and I was in good shape and this was not alright. 
Out of the mouth of babes.

I was aghast and that was the wake up call I needed to head the call.  So I’m now practicing  my beauty pageant walking with a book on my head pulling in my abs and standing erect.  I guess that title came in handy after all.

I did a body assessment of what was creating it and I noticed my hip bothered me when I tried to walk properly. So the improper posture was a compensation my body was making to protect me.  

About 15 years ago, I had severe pain in my hip from running and walking so many miles and when I cut my mileage down, the pain dissipated.  I was able to compensate by changing my gate unconsciously of course to make up for the imbalance but I can’t get away with this anymore. Clients and friends often say “are you limping” and I shrug it off. Hell, if I’m not in pain pain, I just ignored it and I thought they were just jealous of my good posture. Ha ha!

In evaluating my body mechanics I could see one leg was shorter than the other which is most likely what’s throwing my hip and knee off.  And then I looked down and saw the dreaded bunion that I inherited from my grandmother that was passed down to my mom and my aunts
(thanks mom) .. always the mothers fault right?!! lol. 

So, that puts strain on my gate as well.  Plus, even though I’m in good shape, I’m aging and it takes a lot more mindfulness every time I move to lift through my abdominals, pull my shoulder blades together and open my chest.  Let’s face it gravity works in one direction. 🤨

I’ll let you know how the lift in my right shoe does to help my posture.  Sometimes it can be as easy of a fix as that, fingers crossed.

If you need a WHY to get your shoulders back keep reading.

Posture is Vital Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually 

Your body is like a building starting from the base of you feet up.  Imagine if the foundation of a building wasn’t solid, eventually that building would not sustain itself optimally with the risk of issues or falling down.  Look at good ole Daly City: Actually they’re still standing so that’s a plus.

The same is true of our bodies.  If we continue to slouch we will eventually have a whole mirage of issues in our bodies, so stand tall and feel the shift in your body, attitude and spirit. 

BENIFITS OF CORRECT POSTURE

  • Less Neck and shoulder pain
    When we hunch our shoulders forward we shorten our chest muscles (pectoral) shortening them and lengthening our back muscles creating tension and pain.

  • Reduced Headaches: 
    Blood can flow optimally through the neck to the head and not impinge the neck muscles (occiput).  Forward head creates a lot of tension and overworks the muscles as our head weighs between 7-12 lbs

  • Less back pain
    Our hips can either thrust forward or backwards creating compression on our hips, shorten our psoas (a muscle that wraps around our hip and through connecting to our lower lumbar vertebrae creating pain.  

  • Less wear and tear and deteriorating of your joints
    If you constantly are putting more pressure on one part of your body you will throw everything else out of wack and wear out your joints, cartilage,  stress ligaments and tendons and impinge disks and facet joints thus create pain.

  • LESS TMJ
    (Temporal Mandibular Joint pain) can be released by keeping your head in alignment with your spine so your jaw (mandible) can let go. 

  • Better Digestion
    When you are uplifted through your spine, your organs aren’t compressed and can move freely.

  • More lung capacity
    There is more space created in your diaphram when your sit upright allowing the lungs to expand and get more oxygen.

  • Higher Self Confidence:
    Because you are open and receptive and studies people respond to people with upright posture which helps your self esteem.  Things flow better as well.

  • Boost in Seratonin
    When blood flow is flowing freely the centers of your brain get a natural boost we are all looking for. 

  • Chakra Balancing creating connection
    There are 7 main Chakra Centers in the body from the top of our head down to our pelvis and when these are open and aligned in these energy centers we can access universal wisdom and can access optimum peace a joy.

EXERCISES TO HELP YOUR POSTURE

  • Stand with shoulders, hips and knees in alignment with soft knees first of all.
I spared you from my ugly bunion
  • Shoulder blade Retraction
  • Head Retraction
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-Bridges To Srengthen Lower Back

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Great Exercises and Stretches for Good Core

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I do love healthline and these great helpful hints and exercises below

https://www.healthline.com/health/fitness-exercise/posture-benefits#1

So, don’t be a slouch, listen to your children and stand tall being proud of who you are and who you are becoming.
Please let me know how you do with these reminders or perhaps new insights.

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It is greatly appreciated.

Thanks for taking time to visit me.  

Blessings for an upright bright day,

Happy Independence Day for All Beings Everywhere

What if we could begin again and we can!

What if we silenced our tongues that rip like swords and put down our our guns that are meant for holding and hugging instead of shooting and destroying.

What if we didn’t look back or forward but just stayed in this moment and dropped our weapons of destruction and appreciated what we have right here and now and loved our neighbor.  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

All injustices can not be made right without forgiveness
and no form of justice will allow us peace without it.

Just for today, let’s do our part in being the change we want to see no matter what circumstances we find ourselves in and be part of the solution not the problem.
People will say but you have no Idea what it’s like to be where I am and it’s true.

Anthony Hinton who wrote “The Sun Does Shine” spent  30 years of his life behind bars on death Row for a crime he didn’t commit and every night in his jail cell, he took his mind to a place of joy to survive the worst possible nightmare imaginable.

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Love heals all ~ Let Freedom reign.

Happy 4th of July!

Love and Blessings,

Cindy

My Perfect Self

The waves kiss the shore bringing up beautiful shells;  some pristine, some cracked, others broken. I discard the broken ones looking for the perfect ones. The broken ones fill the parts of me to attempt to make me whole.

A mosaic of pieces reflecting my soul but I just want to be one perfect shell that is whole and complete. I am a collective of all of the fragmented pieces of myself.

I try hard to sift the imperfection so I can show the world my perfect self.  But what or who is perfect? The most perfect that I can be is when I realize the imperfections and embrace them not making one better than the other.

There is no perfect because we are evolving and we are human which shifts moment to moment.
Be Still and know that I AM God.

When the hermit crab outgrows it’s shell, it doesn’t argue. It doesn’t try to change into a butterfly 🦋. 
It simply finds a new one that fits him better.

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Who me?  

Not me…. for sure, NOT ME!

I come from an era where I was sent next door to borrow a cup of sugar or up the street to pick up something from the store. Most of the time it was for a pack of cigarettes for my mom starting at the age of 10 with a note in hand, granting me permission to buy them.

We talked on the phone, played kick the can, hide and seek, dodgeball, jumped rope etc, all outside. At night We played bingo and Gin Rummy, built forts, played Candyland, Monopoly and drank Coca Cola before we knew it was bad for you.

We watched T.V. but we had to get up to change the channel.  We watched things like Donna Read, Dick Van Dike, I love Lucy, The Flintstones and I even watched Jack La Laine before I knew that would become my profession. Or maybe he was the beginning influencer for me since I could relate to his junk food craving addictions. 

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 We had a stereo and played albums.  Our favorites were Sergeant Pepper by the Beatles, The Monkeys, Fleetwood Mac, Elvis Presley, The Doobie Brothers, Chicago, The Beach Boys amongst others.  We took pictures on a camera, or disposables and got photos back by going to the store to pick them up after they were developed. My favorite was Poloroid pictures for instant gratification. Oh the thousands of photos we still have even though I make a point of purging every so often. Thank God for storage on the computer for that.

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We traveled in the car with only a map and a dime to make a phone call in a phone booth, just in case we had an emergency.  We pulled the window down if we were lost and asked for directions.  We talked to people and we met people at the grocery store, the post office, standing on the street corner if we took the bus or in line waiting for something.  There was no online dating, we met happenstance or through a friend of a friend. We wrote in journals and sent notes, postcards and wrote in cursive. We had encyclopedias on our shelf and we looked things up that we wanted to learn. God, I’m sounding ancient.

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3 of my 4 kids have a memory book with all of their most treasured papers, report cards, pictures and drawings.  My 4th is still waiting for hers.  I PROMISE IT’S COMING RENEE!

My kids had limited television time and they played the same way we did;  device free, outside, went to camp where they learned how to work a farm, milk the cows, churn butter, ride horses, swim, play horseshoe and cook and set the table.  Freshman year was the first time we got a phone for our kids and it was mostly for me because they said I was always late even though I prided myself on being a responsible mom. However with 4 kids under the age of 6 someone inevitably decided to poop, throw up, have a mini tantrum etc and I had to haul them all in the car when someone needed to be somewhere because I couldn’t leave them at home alone.  By then, I’m sure it was because I had started back to work  inbetween hauling one to a game and the other to dance or some other activity. There were no games on the phone, no texting, no camera.  There wasn’t social media to distract them or bullying and comparing themselves online and no worry of seeing child pornography or tapping into sites that were X rated. AIM started in middle school when instant messaging was the big hooray.

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Somewhere in grammar school Nintendo, game boy, xbox took front and center and the T.V. Shows got more inappropriate in content.  Jurasik Park was the big movie my kids watched which was PG 13. Woo hoo, and then of course all hell broke loose and I was constantly saying put your phone down, turn off the t.v. The shows were out of control in content but  it was a losing battle.

I don’t have to tell you what happened next as we’re all living it.  Like it or not, we are a product of technology and we must know it to survive in this world but how do we continue to grow and learn when a punch of the button can tell you anything you want to know. In so many ways it has made things easier and better and yet there is always a flip side.  One truth is the world will be unrecognizable in the future and we will need to  do damage control for sure. You can diagnose yourself over the internet, fix a toilet, learn to make a bomb, build whatever you want, resolve a math problem etc. Sometimes it’s great and other times you may decide to order a medication to treat something only to find out later it wasn’t that at all and you’ve made your situation worse. 

The cash register dispels the exact change you should be given and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had the wrong change come back even still.  No one knows how to count anymore, let alone think.  People talk on their phone to the person they are sitting with, or to someone else while the other person is also talking to someone else.  And then there are the games that can be played anytime of day. 

It’s addictive and studies show the colors of our phones and computers are designed to keep us engaged playing on the part of our addictive brain center where dopamine is released, signaling pleasure. Adds on our newsfeed are constantly bombarding us to buy something. These days all new homes have smart lights and technology and no one I know is smart enough to know how to turn them on or off for that matter.  You can heat your house from a distance, and it goes on and on.  

I have used technology just enough so that it serves me and I know enough to be dangerous. I do use a scheduling system to make appointments and email of course but in general, it’s not how I want to spend my time. Nor could I help as many clients in a day if I had to do all of this technology. My work is to support people in disengaging from all of these devices that have been  bombarding them, through life coaching, personal training, yoga, qigong, tai chi, massage, craniosacral therapy, reiki, music medicine and meditation. I have an assistant to handle all of my paperwork, flyers, putting out my newsletter after writing it, restocking supplies, ordering etc. I AM MORE GRATEFUL FOR THAT THAN EVER BEFORE!

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Well, that is B.C.  That would be Before Covid.

B.C. I had a flow like a lot of us in our work with systems in place to keep me hands on so I could stay at a high frequency.  This fully embodied presence allowed me to stay connected to source so I could be available moment to moment to support others in finding their truths and working towards their highest potential each moment.  My day was a walking meditation if you will and in between clients, I made sure that I got my own practice of meditation, Yoga, hiking etc in daily.  


Next thing I knew my adult kids had moved in because it was safer at home and I was at the mercy of them to try to figure out how to learn this technological world.  My assistant and I had meetings on Zoom through shared screen but to even get me up and running on that platform was a challenge. Everyday was hair raising and trying and my relationship with my son and daughter was strained and tense. 

They would constantly attempt to teach me how to use the computer, turn off notifications, use Google Docs, bluetooth pairing, editing, music, mail chimp my new newsletter carrier which we moved from Constant Contact (no clue still why), make invites, create flyers, learning to upload youtube videos and vimeo, recordings, pairing with F.B. and instagram, paypal and venmo. Argh!

Everyday, I would forget what they told me (even though we wrote it down and made training videos) and we would end up in a screaming match right before I needed to teach and I would be in near tears. Now, it was me who didn’t feel safe. The  frustration for them was that these were such basic things that I hadn’t learned and they couldn’t imagine how I couldn’t get it.  Simple things like copying a URL was something I didn’t know how to do.  I would hear “Google it” several times a day and I would try, I really would and I would screw up and it was so embarrassing.  I slowly started getting it and then there were questions on platforms they couldn’t really help me with because they don’t know the platform and they have been busy trying to figure things out themselves working online.  One of their biggest beefs has been living in this technological world without a choice and although necessary, they don’t always love it either.

Sometimes I sit for hours on one little thing trying to fix a problem or understand it and finally do get it fixed but can’t remember what I did to fix it. But the main thing is I figured it out and I feel quite accomplished, although spent. I’m rarely asking them for help anymore but I’m mostly online when I’m not doing a livestream session,  class or 6 ft back from a client.  

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I’ve been making more videos and sending out emails to keep clients sane during these uncertain times.  If you don’t see me setting up for an online session or class, you will see me pecking away on the computer.  It takes about 6 times longer for set up and breakdown, adjusting lighting, rooms, moving furniture, adding props, getting the light ring going, helping someone get their video on etc., than it normally does. By the time I would start a session, I was a bag of nerves but now I’m getting  a little more confidence each time, but I’ve been physically and mentally exhausted.  

So now, I am addicted to my devices.  YES, I admit it;  I AM AN ADDICT.  I AM DEVICE ADDICTED…. Little ole me!  YIKES, one of my biggest pet peeves and here I am. The tides have turned and the “kids” are constantly saying “Mom, turn that off and take a break, “Don’t you want to visit with your family?” I just say “of course I do, in a minute”.

I suppose one of my next blogs will be Breaking Device Addiction.  

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How Do You Find Your Happy Place in Strange Times?

Stargazer and Ollie

With so much fear, anger, corruption, killing, prejudice, hatred, sadness, how do you keep going?  How do you nurture your soul so you don’t burst into one of these tyrants we are seeing daily?  How do you stay centered, focused and find your happy place in a world that seems so divided and destructive?  How do you stand up to these injustices and yet maintain your center and core?

We are dealing with the unknown and the known all at once which is a double whammy.  

Knowing what we are feeling and where it is coming from is critical so we don’t cycle downward into destruction and despair in anger, calling on unhealthy coping skills of drinking and eating too much to self medicate and soothe ourselves. 

So many times, we haven’t a clue what we are feeling and bury it to push these feelings away because we want to feel happy and joyful but at a time like we are going through now, it would be crazy if we didn’t have feelings bubbling and rising to the surface.  

 By keeping these primitive feelings of destruction and despair at bay for too long, it will want to express itself somehow unless we allow it to have a voice so at least give voice to it ~ just DON’T act it out.  We live in a society of instant gratification and now we have been forced to live without our usual distractions and comforts which we may have taken for granite and when that is taken away, we may find ourselves in a fight or flight pattern.

There is no better feeling than being happy and euphoric but we have gotten so addicted to these feelings that when something happens to upset the apple cart we can go into denial or rage to keep these feelings at bay. And let’s be honest, we all have these feelings.  We are seeing the fall out of unjustness erupting before our very eyes.  It’s contagious because sitting with it feels so hopeless and powerless but that is actually where we can reign in our power if we can go inside and be quiet calling on our higher power.

Breaking things, screaming obscenities, fighting with each other, looting, stealing etc channel this energy somewhere calling on our primitive childlike lower selves to embark in damage and destruction but who are we ultimately hurting or helping for that matter?  It releases it so we temporarily feel better but that is not long lasting or productive.

It creates more separation and more dis-ease in our bodies and minds with the illusion that we are more different than alike, while the opposite is actually true.  We are human beings that want the same things in life;  basic needs; food, shelter, love, family, equality etc.  Let us remember the cloud and veil that covers that fundamental truth and let’s do our part to donate, send blessings, pick up the phone, speak out but let’s take care of our souls intrinsic needs while we shelter in place and now venture out safely being smart for ourselves and others.

Promise yourselves you will do little things daily to find your happy place whatever it is that day.  Take time to rest, read, dance, workout, hike, meditate, come to your mat, smell the roses, see the beauty because it’s still there waiting for you to notice.  It’s not selfish to take time out, it’s critical so we can have the energy to have our voices heard.  

Do things everyday that fill your heart with joy so you can be part of the solution, not the problem and find peace doing them.

Stargazer and me

As I say this, I’m writing while I lay with my once feral black and white cat, Stargazer, snuggling up to me nudging me for breakfast. I couldn’t feel happier and more grateful.  I am reminded that once she was a street kitty; scared, hiding, injured, and by herself. With love, patience and devotion after 3 years of commitment she is now part of our pack with Ollie, our yogi cat, 2 dogs (one that wanted to eat her and used to chase her) and 6 humans.

If we all have this kind of commitment to our fellow man and reach out and support each other, first starting with ourselves, we can have a world with equality, justice, love and peace one being at a time.  

But remember, start with yourself and find your happy place in the rubble everyday no matter what and ask your higher power to help you.

Where is your happy place?  

Stay Strong!

Have you been Hacked?

Livestream platforms have been a blessing and a curse at least for me anyway.

Until this week, it’s definitely been more of a curse as I try to learn how to use it each week with new issues that show up after resolving one after the other.  I venture to say we are all having challenges unless you are a big techie and have been using it for business for a long time.

As soon as I get one thing figured out, they change something or make it more secure which requires another step for your users to figure out as well.  I don’t know about you, but every time there is a problem with it, I’m certain I did something wrong and never think it could be one of my participants.  In life in general, we either think everything is our fault or it’s everyone else’s fault.  That is a subject for another time, but one that certainly is worth exploring.  

If you are like me and think it’s your fault, it’s anxiety producing and as we know, when we get anxious our thoughts and wires cross and we can’t think clearly.  At least I can’t.  My heart begins racing and I start pressing buttons and my mind freezes.  I am quickly catapulted back to my high school days when test anxiety took over and my mind went blank.  And there I sat humiliated and embarrassed, frozen and then I’d hear the dreaded bell ring with a blank page and another F.  

Each class I teach on Zoom, I start early, I have all of my settings written down and there are a lot of them between bluetooth, music, sharing a screen, pinning, muting or unmuting, enabling chat, WiFi connection etc.  and I’m not even using chat or sending someone to a breakout session.  

As I’m understanding more and feeling more confident it usually goes fairly well but the connection can be weak and now that I have a 50 ft cord plugged directly into my router and computer, I know that it’s not me and am starting to see it’s someone else’s issue but you still have to know enough to help them.  

People say well that’s not your problem but if you know what it’s like to try to navigate a world you know nothing about and didn’t grow up in, you want to help people with this struggle. Besides, if they can’t get on, why are they going to come back next time?  I also applaud the aging community, me included, to even attempt to navigate this system. KUDOS TO US!

Teaching Yoga and Fitness classes online presents even more challenges in finding the right headset and allowing music which isn’t a great system in Zoom yet so if you are having trouble, IT’S NOT YOU.  And then everyone’s hearing is different and some like it, and some don’t.  Some say it’s too loud, others say, it’s not loud enough.  The list goes on and on.  

As a host you try to find a headset that pairs easily, can be adjusted, won’t fall off and is comfortable.  I’ve had about 5 so far including Airbuds, some bone activator one, Beats 3, Jabra Elite, a microphone plugged in and now I’m going to try Beats Pro.  Jabra so far is great but I can only handle an hour comfortably after adjusting all of the ear inserts.  

The other thing right now, is that so many people are on Zoom, sometimes it’s a network issue especially if others in your home are on meetings as well.  Don’t you wish we bought stock in it?!!!!!

So, back to hacking.  They have been good to stay on top of informing us that we needed to protect our settings to avoid hackers when they found out about it.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have this figured out ahead of time but I suppose how can you project these things when sales increased by the droves.  

It was hard enough for me to get on in the first place so I sure didn’t want to make my life harder than it was or my clients, so I left it open ended.  And besides the feedback I got from my tech savvy kids was, “who’s gonna hack you”.  

As I was teaching Yoga this past week, I knew exactly who was coming plus or minus a couple pending people and then a few minutes into teaching an unrecognizable number came up.  

I said Hi to (the number) and I got no response.  

Hmmmm…. a hacker?  Who would hack little ole me like my kids told me?”

I mean seriously, I have a following but I’m not Sean Corn, Janet Stone or Shiva Ray where you would expect or even invite the more the merrier.  At first I thought nothing of it but then I started wondering what exactly they would be hacking. My moves (all are borrowed in someway anyway), so that’s ok.  My music?  Have at it.  My people in the class? So perhaps they could get their information off my screen and advertise to?  Ewe, I thought, I hope not!  Then the dreaded feeling of being invaded and literally going through and pulling off all of my information stored in my computer.  We all know people who have been taken to the cleaners.  As a matter of fact my tenants father who owns a very high end dry cleaning business was completely hacked and almost lost his whole life savings.

All the while, I continued teaching with this added distraction in my mind, as if I didn’t  have enough already with my cat Ollie or Star coming on screen, or my dog deciding to bark.  In my Tuesday morning class, my husky shepherd, Hunter came in and took a big gulp of my coffee when I was teaching.  One night my husband who was using my ipad accidentally shared his screen and he knows nothing about screen sharing.  

We all know yoga is about staying in the present moment and breathing matching your breath to movement and dropping the next moment but we also know that it takes a lot of brain power and is draining, to keep dropping all of that, stay present and at the same time navigate how to adjust, change and fix the issue if possible. 

My daughter chatted to this person and said “Hi” without any response.  

At the end of class I said “it was great having you in class and now if you want to join us to have a toast ( It’s our S.I.P. UnWine🍷d Wednesday Yoga class), please do.  Still nothing.

HACKED!  There is this feeling of violation, worry, fret when something like this happens to you and it caught me by surprise.  I mean who actually would do that, what could they steal if anything and what did they want?  No sense wasting time on worrying about something you can do nothing about but I like to get to the bottom of things when I can, so I put an email out to all of those I had added or had requested an invite, to see if they by chance couldn’t get in and said we missed them.  The funny thing is one regular couldn’t get on at all.  

All of the responses I got were “sorry I couldn’t end up making it” for one reason or another.  Ok I thought, we were hacked and my daughter confirmed that it was a number that was out of state and saw that it was possibly a spam number.

I responded to each one saying “sorry I missed you and hope to see you next week”.  Then I said, “thanks for letting me know as I’m trying to figure out if I’ve been hacked or not because there was a weird number on my screen”.

Confirmed…. Hacked… Ugh, do I need to change all of my settings, passwords etc?  So, I started down that path.

Finally after a few days, I received a message from a dear friend that said and I quote;

“Busted! Yes, that was me on your Zoom, hoping to show up incognito! I was packing and moving around right before I left for Carmel, and I did sign into your yoga class on my phone. I wanted to just connect and check out your class, and thought I would just be one of lots of folks in the class. And I thought I could hide out and come and go as I please. Definitely was not ready to be seen in a class, and since I was moving around, wasn’t able to respond.  The number that shows up, I’m not sure where that comes from. It’s not my phone #.  You are so in tune! I didn’t expect you to ask who the number was? Some of us want to hide out.” 

So the good news is I wasn’t hacked thank goodness and following through put my mind at ease so I didn’t have to go down the rabbit hole or worry.  

In the meantime, I will set passwords and read all of the information Zoom sends me, listen to my inner voice and not always assume my kids know more than me.  

Have any of you been hacked or do you know?

The Lesson of an Orange

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As I was walking on my path today I kicked an orange that had fallen from the tree. A light bulb went off when I realized I had done this way too many times. Somehow I had judged our oranges on our property as bitter and sour and not worth eating.

I had a bite out of one once and that was my experience. I bent down, picked it up and examined it.  It was true;  it was asymmetrical, smallish, the skin was rather soft with spots and it certainly didn’t look very appetizing.  And then I had a conversation with myself that went something like this: “This comes from my tree on my land that I grew and I’ve been poo pooing these oranges all of this time. I have judged it as being bad since that one bite even though I have been painstakingly feeding and watering it.  I still keep the bitterness in my mouth unwilling to open to new possibilities. How many other things do I do this with?  It is here to nourish me and is loaded with vitamins. This is food and some people don’t have food readily available. I am hungry this moment and I am turning my nose up and judging this piece of fruit that so graciously showed up for me , the same way I turn away from what’s good for me sometimes because of a past memory”.

Really?

Talk about judging a book by its cover.
And what’s worse, I go and buy these at the store often because I think mine aren’t good enough.

I sat down and peeled the orange and juice ran down my fingers. I put it in my mouth and it was so sweet and delicious, I was surprised.  As I thanked this delectable fruit, I was thankful for the sunshine, water, the people who planted this plant before I got here, the critters of the earth that mulch the soil, the birds and bees that pollinate it, and I thanked it for showing me all of the places that I think I’m not good enough like I thought this orange wasn’t good enough.  The time I think other people know better than me, that I think I am flawed, or they are, that I gained 2 lbs, that I have 3 new wrinkles on my face, that I wasn’t as tolerant with someone when I could have been.  Well, how can I be when I kick an orange out of my path that I don’t think is “good enough” or think I don’t measure up.

As I allowed the sweetness of the orange juice to drip down my throat I was grateful and become one with the fruit and forgave myself for taking it for granite and being so hard on myself and others.  I remembered it is my job to see things fresh with new eyes everyday, grow, forgive myself and others so I’m might have more sweetness in life.

Who would have guessed the lesson of the day would be received by the wisdom of an orange and to think I may have kicked that down the hill and missed the nectar and gift it had to offer.

I only have 5 pears on my tree but I’m going to go check them right now.
Who knows what they have to teach me.

Here’s to a juicy wonderful day!

Love and Blessings, 

❤️🙏🏼

Cindy

 

 

Day 4 of 5 day Warrior

Day 4 of The 5 Day Warrior

· May 9-16 ·  7-day spirited yoga retreat hosted by Erica Jago and Mari Sierra  At the exclusive eco-resort, Haramara, Sayulita, Mexico
· May 9-16 ·
7-day spirited yoga retreat hosted by Erica Jago and Mari Sierra
At the exclusive eco-resort, Haramara, Sayulita, Mexico

Erica Jago is a skilled beautiful Yogini, Graphic Designer, and author who teaches and leads workshops in finding your voice and calling.

The workshop I took from her was called The Creative Pause which focused on finding your inner writer.

Erica has a soft grounded presence which is both ethereal and magical.

She is strikingly beautiful and soft-spoken.  At first you might think that she might blow away when you see her but she connects so deeply to Mother Earth, she is solid as a rock and very insightful.

Her story is compelling and reminds us all to trust our path and journey always listening to our internal messages.

She is also an engineer and was working in the field a few years ago.  She suffered from an eating disorder for 18 years and as a way of finding refuge she started taking yoga classes.  She was invited to take the teacher training program, probably because in looking at her she has the body and grace of a ballerina.  As she began putting sequences together she started drawing stick figures to remember what she would teach in classes.  While doing so she had a vision that this would be useful to other practicing students and teachers and the idea of a book was born.  When she got laid off she delved in head first and Co Authored the book “The Art of Attention: Book One and Healing Cards”, and started teaching and leading workshops full-time.  Her book and yoga became her teacher for internal healing from her eating disorder and she is so grateful and blessed to be walking this path of freedom and eager to share her gifts.

Barbara Gong Master Cole, hit the gongs in the background as we did Kapalabhati breathing (also known as Shinning Skull or Fierce Breathing ) for over 7 minutes.  I expected movement, but we sat in meditation and did breath work for the entire class.

Between the meditation, breathing, and gongs, my entire body vibrated; creating bliss, clarity, and calmness, opening my senses and chakras. There were no words; but quiet and peace, as I connected to my Sahasrara crown chakra opening to the heavens towards the white light.

OM, OM, OM

When the class was over there was a feeling of transformation that echoed in the tent with the smell of the ocean breeze.

We were then instructed to let our inner writer out.

Here is my unedited version that spoke to me.

WISDOM FROM THE EARTH

A blade of grass touching my toes like a tree rooted in the ground reaching to find light.

Fragile with jagged edges yet strong making its way to be known.  It will be cut and go back to the Earth from which it came, but its seeds will fly creating, more grasses to sprout and bloom just like our ancestors that came before us.  No longer do we need to know who they are or their genetic code, because they live in us and we in them.

We are the carriers of this message of truth.

Fear not:  We carry the torch and light the path and when our job is done we will join that blade of grass without hesitation, concern or worry; but rather happy and fulfilled blessed by the perfection of this miraculous design.

Smiles,
Cindy

The Day 4 of the 5 Day Warrior

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Day 4 of The 5 Day Warrior

Erica Jago is a skilled beautiful Yogini, Graphic Designer, and author who teaches and leads workshops in finding your voice and calling.

The workshop I took from her was called The Creative Pause which focused on finding your inner writer.

Erica has a soft grounded presence which is both ethereal and magical.

She is strikingly beautiful and soft spoken and at first you might think that she might blow away when you see her but she connects so deeply to Mother Earth she is solid as a rock and very insightful.

Her story is compelling and reminds us all to trust our path and journey always listening to our internal messages.

She is also an engineer and was working in the field a few years ago.  She suffered from an eating disorder for 18 years and as a way of finding refuge she started taking yoga classes.  She was invited to take the teacher training program probably because in looking at her she has the body and grace of a ballerina.  As she began putting sequences together she started drawing stick figures to remember what she would teach in classes.  While doing so she had a vision that this would be useful to other practicing students and teachers and the idea of a book was born.  When she got laid off she delved in head first and Co Authored the book “The Art of Attention: Book One and Healing Cards”, and started teaching and leading workshops full time.  Her book and yoga became her teacher for internal healing from her eating disorder and she is so grateful and blessed to be walking this path of freedom and eager to share her gifts.

Barbara Gong Master Cole, hit the gongs in the background as we did Kapalabhati breathing (also known as Shinning Skull or Fierce Breathing ) for over 7 minutes.  I expected movement, but we sat in meditation and did breath work for the entire class.

Between the meditation, breathing, and gongs, my entire body vibrated; creating bliss, clarity, and calmness, openness of my senses and chakras. There were no words; but quiet and peace, as I connected to my Sahasrara crown chakra opening to the heavens towards the white light.

OM, OM, OM

When the class was over there was a feeling of transformation that echoed in tent with the smell of the ocean breeze.

We were then instructed to let our inner writer out.

Here is my unedited version that spoke to me.

A blade of grass touching my toes like a tree rooted in the ground reaching to find light.

Fragile with jagged edges yet strong making it’s way to be known.  It will be cut and go back to the Earth from which it came, but its seeds will fly creating, more grasses to sprout and bloom just like our ancestors that came before us.  No longer do we need to know who they are or their genetic code, because they live in us and we in them.

We are the carriers of this message of truth.

Fear not:  We carry the torch and light the path and when our job is done we will join that blade of grass without hesitation, concern or worry; but rather happy and fulfilled blessed by the perfection of this miraculous design.