Tuesday, June 24, 2014

I missed two opportunities to say something.  Sometimes if you don't speak up right away the opportunity is lost.  I wanted to say something at the memorial for Janet.  They invited people to come up and say something and I hesitated, I stood there and waited for someone to go first and no one did.  So disappointed in myself.  Janet was two years younger than I.  Her dad died a month ago.  She died a week ago.  Got sick and died.  Got lung cancer.  She smoked till the end.  Maybe she just decided the cancer was so far along she'd just continue doing what she was doing.  She got pneumonia.  I saw both her ankles were swollen.  I believe she expected to come back to work. 

I've been telling my friends I love them.  Sarah Lee told me she loved me the last time I saw here and she died only a week after.  She was a godly woman.  She told everyone she loved them and she meant it.

There's been a murder in our community of 4,000.  A man killed another man.  There are a lot of people hurting now.  Why do people have to kill?  Cain committed the first murder.  Tomorrow a lot of newspapers will be sold as people read up to see what the story is.

Had nine in Zumba today.  It was hot.  So, so hot.  The a/c can't keep it very cool inside because it's over 100 outside and 69 degrees at night.  I have a shy bunch for class.  I cannot get them to come to the front with me so when I'm on stage and they're in the back it leaves a ginormous spaced of nothingness between us.  Eats up energy.  I got a great idea today.  I went to them!  Haha!  I went to the back of the room with them.  There were plenty of smiles so I know I made the right move. 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Church was oh so good this morning.  I went to the Spanish/English one.  It's a tiny church but it was packed this morning.  We got the last seats.  Kathy made us late.  Full of young people too.  My home church is full of very elderly people.  I love my home church but they desperately need a shot of young people.  The seniors are very accepting of individuals, which is good, but why are there so many seniors?  It might be the music, it's all hymns, but I'm not sure.  The preaching is excellent.  I don't know what causes an old church to be old with no influx of youth.

I've been hung up on this girl on the Wrapunzel site.  Two girls actually.  Andrea Grinberg and Rivka Malka.  They are so pretty and seem so sweet.  Isn't Rivka the most unusual name?  I love the two women who make the videos there and I love looking at and buying their scarves.  In the morning or at night when I can't sleep I think about my scarves, and make a dream out of their beautiful colors and then I drop off to sleep.

Today to church I wore three scarves: olive green, aqua blue, and purple.  Got compliments.  Felt wonderful.  Felt pretty.  I made the double braided scarf.  Was in a big rush to get ready.  Why do I not allot more time to getting ready?  Wore a floor length tie-dye wrap skirt and royal blue tank top with a black lace cardigan as a cover up.  I need a new pair of summer wedge sandals though.

Wrapunzel.com sells scarves that I can afford.  I've purchased twice from them and plan to purchase again soon.  I have a scarf problem probably, but life is short.  Collect scarves if they make you happy.  I also bought one for one dollar at the thrift store last week-end.  Man, the thrift store was depressing to walk through.  Made me feel sad except for the pretty little scarf I selected.

Went to yoga class yesterday morning.  Been going every Saturday morning.  Am preparing to set into motion my dream of becoming a Holy Yoga instructor by first taking yoga for one year.  My husband, I love him so much, drives me there.  It's 70 miles to the class one way.  I could, yes, could, take yoga here but if I do teach here I want to have completely my own style and not copy anyone who's already in town.  At first I thought, why even try Holy Yoga.  This town is saturated with yoga already.  But then I said to myself, but there is no Holy yoga here.

What would you do if you knew you could not fail?

I would spend $2800 on the Holy Yoga training and teach yoga once a week for the rest of my life.

I've been wearing headscarves on the week-end as I practice tying and putting colors together and I look forward to experimenting with them.  My interest in yoga and my new found joy of headcovering, have been serendipidous.  They go together well.  Yesterday we were at IHOP and as we sat down I noticed the waitress looking at me.  I thought maybe I had spinach in my front teeth.  But she said, "You have calmness around you."  My goodness, I think I turned red and didn't know what to say.  But she made me feel happy.  Like my outside is matching my inside.  Then my husband spoke up and told her I had just come from yoga class.

Each yoga class is better than the last and yesterday was the best so far.  I've been going for a month and a half.

Because I'm preparing for Holy Yoga (I'm reading Brooke Boone's book), instead of emptying my mind as my yoga instructors say to do, I fill it with Scripture.  When they say clear all thoughts away, instead, I invite Jesus into my heart.  I'm so encouraged by what the waitress said to me.  I think it's a sign that I am on the right path.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not seen.

Work is excellent.  Looking forward to a three day week-end in a couple weeks - 4th of July.  Son just turned 17 last month and took it upon himself to open his own checking account.  We're so proud of him.  He did it all on his own.  He's working a lot this summer and is hardly ever home.  He helped Barry with putting in our new deck out front and Barry paid his $100 for a day's work.  I think that's very generous of Barry.  The deck is coming along beautifully.

Kathy is doing well.  Mayela is working so hard at her job.  They give her a little too much work there.  It's too much in the summer for one person.  She says next summer she may not do it.  She got real sick a week ago and isn't quite 100% yet.  She was quiet-ish today.  I don't know why.