This was me this morning with my son, Groovy, and my grandgirl, Lil Miss. Both were great teachers and really helped work out a little stiffness in my hips. I can now bow to the divine in them. Namaste. 🙏🏽
The time spent loosening up my joints really did help me pause and reflect. Mainly I wondered…”When the hell did I get so stiff??”
I feel better about my quality of life than I ever have, yet when I get out of a chair my back and hips make a distinct rice crispy crackle sound. Snap. Crackle. Pop. Not just in the morning. It’s soooo disrespectful. It undermines all my other youthful qualities 😞 (my hips are haters)
“https://m.facebook.com/liveyourphilosophies/”> Minus the little under-eye puffiness, I don’t look a day over 48!! (Wait🤚🏽 I’m 47🤔).
Most ladies and some thoughtful men have a regular maintenance routine. I oil my face with apricot oil almost every day. I typically just wash my face with water only; nevertheless I do wash it with a moisturizing soap when I’ve been wearing makeup or sweating (I hardly do either). So skin…flawless! Ok, well I may not look my shoe size, but I don’t think my movements should be accompanied by sound effects either. Sorry…I digress.
The yoga session was to get me ready to go ice skating again today. We went on Christmas day. It was so crowded that we figured a follow up visit was needed. Lil Miss does yoga at school everyday. She instructed us to do the tree pose and cradle rocking our legs, which I think helped us tremendously. She is still in the early learning stage of ice skating. I think she spun her wheel of consciousness until her energy level was on 10+
My sons rushed over to see if I was ok. I wasn’t. And I said I so. Did I cry? Inside I was bawling. Outside, I was a G about it and wiped my eyeliner smears. They gave me words of reassurance. I skated onward. Then..I..fell..again 🤦🏽♀️ All my confidence was left on the ice as Lil Miss Wobbly-Legs said, “Sweet, you ok? You skate like me huh?”