Simply put, t’was a lovely day for a wedding!
Oh boy, what a weekend! I’m so filled with love and gratitude and excitement that I’m not even sure where to begin! But, on the flip side, I am completely exhausted from all the festivities of the last few days, so I’ll try to sum this up and make it quick.
This weekend one of my dear friends married his partner in a beautiful civic union celebration. There was love and fun all over the place!
Friday after work the grooms invited some of their friends for a casual bike ride around City Park in Denver. There was a whole group of us bikers (sorry Denver drivers, we were hogging the road and not obeying bike etiquette- a usual “no no” for me, but we were all giddy from the excitement of the upcoming wedding, so whatevs)
After a casual ride around the park, we went to the Denver Bicycle Cafe. I’ve been meaning to check this place out for a long time now, and it was awesome. They serve coffee and beer while servicing any bike needs you may have. Check, please!
They don’t serve food other than some chips and salsa, but you’re allowed to bring in food, so the grooms ordered pizza for everyone and we noshed and gulped for several hours on their outside picnic tables. Apparently they have quite the beer list as well, at least that’s what my husband told me. I’m not a beer drinker, but luckily, the Denver Bicycle Cafe had a little something in mind for me as well- they serve a red and white house Colorado wine on tap. Yes, please.
Overall, the evening was a perfect way to celebrate the upcoming wedding.
Saturday morning I had my obligatory monthly appointment with my hairstylist, hit up a yoga class and then prepped for the wedding fun.
The wedding- well, it was technically a “civil union” because Colorado still hasn’t legalized gay marriage (don’t get me started)- but I’m calling it a wedding dammit!- was held at a beautiful civic building conveniently located just a few minutes away from our house.
It was the perfect evening for a beautiful union of two beautiful souls. There was amazing wines, yummy food and a fabulous play list. I did A LOT of dancing. And this morning, I was reminded that I am not 21 anymore and cannot move my body (nor, apparently, dance in heels) the same way I could a few years ago. I felt like I had done Crossfit or something. Perhaps it was all the thrusting during “Milkshake”?
In any regard, I felt so blessed that I have these two friends in my life, and that they were able to celebrate their love in front of their families and loved ones. I wish them a lifetime of happiness and companionship!
So it’s been just over 24 hours since I graduated from yoga teacher training. It’s actually a bit surreal and emotional, which surprises me. The level of emotion I experienced yesterday (and today) didn’t match up with my overall lackluster attitude throughout the past 3 months of training. I’m not really sure what all the emotion is about. After all, I tended to downplay the entire YTT experience. It really was just “meh.” And at some point soon, I’m going to post my reflections from YTT, and the entire experience from my perspective. But I haven’t been all that inspired or pensive. I just can’t bring myself to wrap my head around it and start typing. So I’ll just save it for “someday soon.”
But what I can share is what the last day of YTT was like. Basically, all 22 of us had 10 minutes each to present our final “Yoga and Your Life” projects. Overall, it was pretty cool. Some people shared art work, others shared their research about yoga and you-name-it. A few people presented on their “self-studies.” I didn’t get this. It felt like code for “I didn’t really prepare for anything so instead I’ll just share my life story.” One girl made ghee and gave us all little mason jars filled with buttery goodness that I can’t wait to try. My presentation on “Yoga and Eating Disorders” went really well. I finally felt like I had the opportunity to really speak about what I love, what I know, what I am passionate about. It was cool to share with my trainees what I actually do all day. Afterwards in the bathroom, one of my fellow students came up to me and said, “Wow, I had no idea that you were so bad ass and did all that all day long!” It was frankly, nice validation. But moreso, I was happy for the opportunity to share my
passion and life work with others.
But I digress.
After all of our presentations, friends and family arrived and we thanked them for putting up with not having their loved ones around for 3 months. We were presented with our diplomas, and a gift of mala beads and a scarf.
Everyone else stayed afterwards for a pot luck. I high tailed it out of there, feeling only slightly guilty about my lack of desire to kumbaya with everyone. I wanted to head home to my husband and my dog. And when I arrived home, my husband had flowers, a balloon and a card waiting for me. Husband score! (actually, he ALWAYS does stuff like this. Don’t be too jealous, but it’s true).
I showed him my “diploma”. I actually was super proud and beaming. My excitement really surprised me, since I never really loved my YTT experience.
But even though I’m still “meh” about my YTT experience, what I’ve thought about is this- I had been talking about doing my yoga teacher training for 11 YEARS. Even if I never teach a yoga class ever, I can say that I did it. I accomplished something. I never have to think, “what if?” And this experience, on some level, makes me a better therapist. And hopefully a better wife, friend and human. And those are the things that are important to me.
Something really cool happens the moment you say, “I’m a yoga teacher.”
I’ve been rolling those words around my tongue all day. “I’m a yoga teacher.”
And what that means to me is this- it’s my responsibility to bring more LOVE and LIGHT into the world. That’s it. More love and light to share with the world. That is my message, that is my motivation, that is my purpose.
And starting with love, I need to thank my husband and my dog, who have both, in their own ways, been the most constant source of support and encouragement throughout this process. I share this accomplishment with them, because I couldn’t have done it any other way.
Well, yesterday wrapped up our last official weekend of YTT. To be honest, it was a bit anti-climatic.
We basically workshopped adjustments and therapeutics. I was hoping the “therapeutics” portion would include more of a lecture on the physical and emotional benefits of asana practice, but we basically rolled around on our mats with blocks and bolsters.
On Sunday we did learn and practice some chakra balancing on each other, which was fun, but other than that, nothing really that noteworthy. I can’t decide if I’m just approaching the end of YTT and therefore I’m struggling with mustering up excitement about the program- or if this has just been a theme since I began YTT. I have the sinking feeling that it may be the latter- in which case, I ask myself “What kind of a yogi am I that I don’t even like my YTT program?” But that’s another post for another day.
Since I felt the need to get my weekend excitement in SOMEWHERE, my husband and I went to Boulder last night for a date night.
We started at Aji, a Latin American restaurant that we always hit up if we’re in the Boulder area. They have great vegetarian, pescetarian and overall healthful options. It was just an added bonus that they have Happy Hour all day on Sundays. 😉
We started with a lobster and banana ceviche, as well as an order of both mushroom and poblano empanadas.
I ordered a winter squash and coconut soup that was on the sweeter side but equally as delicious. Hard to accept the fact that it’s still cold enough here in Colorado that I’m craving soup.
Tim and I shared their house salad, which is always a winner.
Afterwards we walked over to the Boulder Theater to see Colin Hay. Yes, the lead singer from the 80s band Men at Work. This is now the third time we’ve seen him perform and it’s always an amazing show- just him and his guitar. He’s absolutely hysterical as well, so I always feel as if I’m getting a comedy and musical show in one.
And that was our weekend- it was a lovely way to wrap up Sunday.
This week marks my last week of my sabbatical. It is crazy to think of how quickly the time has gone by. It feels like just yesterday I was posting from Day One of my leave, and now I’m wrapping things up and getting set to go back to work. Stay tuned this week for a post about my experience being on sabbatical and thoughts and musings about my career.
And my other plans for this last week of stress-free bliss? I’ve got some self-care planned- massage, facial, haircut- you know, all the important stuff.I’ll be making final touches on the new home. We are mostly moved in and have some furniture coming this week, so stay tuned for pictures of the new home when it’s not looking like a war zone.
I’m also still feeling under the weather and like I’m fighting off a spring cold, so more juicing and today I may bundle up on the couch with the newest Vegetarian Times magazine and a healthy dose of Twilight. Who needs cold medicine when you’ve got Bella and Edward?
This weekend marks off my last official “full weekend of Yoga Teacher Training”. Meaning, Saturday and Sunday. Next weekend we have a special training that is optional (I opted, instead, to go to Vail with my husband) and the following weekend we just have YTT on Saturday- it will be “Graduation Day”
So alas, I’m feeling pretty happy about this being my last full weekend of YTT. Have I mentioned that I am DONE with it, yet? I’m officially yoga-d out. I know I’m yoga-d out when I opt to go for a run (which NEVER happens) instead of go to a yoga class.
That said, the final 6 sessions of YTT look super interesting:
– Therapeutics, which, as a therapist, I’m super interested in learning more about
– Healing Touch
– The Business of Yoga
– Dharma Sharing
– Living Your Yoga
Hopefully they’ll give me something interesting to blog about. Because I’m worried I’m running out of content. I wasn’t even sure what to post today for you all today?
Hmmm…I’ve got a picture of a spring pasta salad I made yesterday that was DIVINE.
This hunk of goodness contained leeks, garlic, shiitake mushrooms, greens, peas, broccoli and gluten-free penne. It was the perfect solution to a desire to have spring ingredients but on a chilly day.
The other thing I could post is one of the biggest lessons I learned this week.
On Thursday, I went to my favorite fish taco place with my husband and a friend. Problem was, we didn’t get the memo that it is “Kids Eat Free Thursday”. The normally super chill place was overrun by screaming children. I had to double check the menu to make sure we weren’t at Chucky Cheese.
Now, that said, I should clarify- since I haven’t posted on this subject before- it’s not that I have anything against children. Really.
But they are pretty foreign to me. They scare me. They can be loud. They can be messy. Especially on Thursday evening. It wasn’t a pleasant dining experience.
So, note to self: Don’t go to Wahoo Fish Taco on Thursdays.
Afterwards, I broke out into a mass of hives. I wasn’t sure if it was the children, or the shrimp salad I had. This is now the second time since I’ve started eating seafood again that I’ve broke into hives after I’ve had shellfish.
Note to self: I’ve either developed an allergy to shellfish, or to children.
This is a post about friendship.
I don’t know what I did in past lives to deserve the friendships I have in my current life. I am surrounded by amazing women and men on a daily basis who make me laugh, who hold me up when I need it and who inspire me with their own actions in their own lives.
So let’s take a moment to give gratitude for friends. Friends rock.
Ok… Now that I’ve said all that, I can explain where my gushiness is coming from.
So this is what happens when two health-conscious friends make plans for dinner.
Last night I met Joy for dinner after taking a Jivamutki yoga class (side note- I had never taken Jivamutki before and I loved it! The best part of YTT is being able to experience many different types of yoga). I was sweaty from class, had fought traffic the entire way to the restaurant and drove around for 15 minutes to find parking. I had lost any remnants of serenity from savasana by the time I hurried into the restaurant.
But the best thing about friendship is sharing laugh so good and so hard that it melts everything else away.
We ordered a vegetable crudité bowl for an appetizer and when this thing came out of the kitchen, we BURST into hysterics. Will you LOOK at this thing? How obnoxiously healthy is it? Vegetables, anyone?
Let me tell you, when this thing arrived at our table, everyone was looking at us. It’s like ordering a scorpion bowl at a Chinese restaurant (not that I’ve ever done that ;). “Who ORDERED that?” is what people must be thinking.
So we noshed on veggies and kale and tomato pizza, sipped wine and chatted like high school girls. Joy is also in the mental health field, so we talked about work and the rewards and struggles of being a therapist. I got some clarity on some things.
And when we left, I thanked her and said, “That was great, I have so much clarity now….Hey, clarity and crudités. Bam- blog post title for tomorrow!” and we burst into another fit of giggles.
So this is for you, Joy, and all my other kick ass friends (you know who you are!)
Go out and eat some healthy food with your friends. Share a good laugh with them. And thank them for being awesome. Friends make the world go round.
So, there’s not much happening in YTT lately. Tonight we’re doing a workshop on more inversions- specifically handstands- can’t wait! So due to the lack of adventure, I thought I’d share a few things I’m loving today.
New Old Boots!
I have the kind of mother who has super cool, super hip and stylish friends. When one of them bought a pair of Frye boots that ended up being uncomfortable, she simply handed them off to my mom and told them to send them to Colorado. When I got home yesterday, I had a package in the mail- and let’s just say, the Easter Bunny came early with these bad boys. So this morning, I’m rocking a new, old pair of Frye ankle boots. (Which is odd, because I never wear ankle boots- I have some kind of weird mental rule that because I’m 5’2, I can’t wear ankle boots without them looking ridiculous on me). But these are recycled, so they’re cool.
Last Sunday, the husband and I met some friends at the super cool, super hip Denver vegetarian restaurant City O City. I don’t usually go here because the parking can be a bitch in that area, but I’m glad I braved it. This was our second time at this restaurant and it keeps getting better. It’s healthy-living-friendly, featuring vegan, vegetarian, organic and gluten-free items for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And they also have a full liquor license. Which is usually
a requirement a bonus in my book. I ordered the savory, gluten-free vegetarian waffle. (I’ve been doing some research on eliminating gluten from my diet based on some physical and emotional junk happening with me, so I’m working towards ditching it from my diet and noticing how I feel- more to come on that later probaby)
Well, this waffle was so insanely delicious, with nutrient-rich roasted butternut squash, carrots and tomatoes, that I wolfed it down without even thinking to take a picture. But it was blog worthy, and apparently other people think so as well, because there are multiple google images for the City O City Savory Waffle. It’s the Cool Kid In Town.
People, grab your forks and knives and run quickly. Trust me- it NEEDS to be in your belly. (Vegans can ditch the cheese and sub in a vegan fondue!)
The final thing I’m digging this week is all the love and support that is pouring out from Facebook regarding the Supreme Court challenge to the constitutionality of the 1996 Defense of Marriage Act, which denies federal benefits to legally married same-sex couples. While I don’t intend for this blog to ever touch on politics, I can say that it absolutely BLOWS MY MIND that it is 2013 and we are STILL DISCUSSING THIS ISSUE. What??????? Really????? It breaks my heart to see my homosexual friends and loved ones that have to FIGHT for acknowlegement of their love and commitment. Seriously people. Love is love. We need more of it in this world.