busy with life..
December 22nd, 2009and find that posting little messages on FaceBook is more fun. I am rethinking this blog and what to do with it….
and find that posting little messages on FaceBook is more fun. I am rethinking this blog and what to do with it….
It’s been a while since I posted because so many good things have been happening.
The family is busy with activities; Brother is playing T-ball, Sister has her schedule of playdates, sleepovers, violin lessons, soccer and hip-hop classes. DH is busy with work, organizing conferences, speaking at conferences and developing programs and fundraising and Ethical Culture Society. Myself. I’ve been working on creating more classes for BellyMamas, promotions, leading API meetings, dancing and getting myself ready to perform. Next project is to get over my personal fear of choreography. Yes, I am going to choreograph some dances for myself and for my classes!
The family has also opened the household to an exchange student/asylum seeker. She is 19 and it’s turned into a bit more of a commitment than just room and board. Let’s just say, many growing lessons for all of us.
And planting the garden is tops on the outdoor to do list today.
Good Friday services at a Methodist Church; Seder Dinner Saturday Night; Celebration of Brightly Colored Eggs on Sunday; a Catholic service of the Rosary in Spanish for a deceased relative by marriage and tommorow another funeral for a dear friends father.
My heart is heavy and I don’t know how to process all of this. If I was a witty writer I would find a comedic way to say about how none of these traditions are what I grew up with. My parents walked away from their Churches and never looked back. I can’t even remember a conversation with my Dad about death unless you count that time when I was a teenager and he was ranting at me for something that I can’t even remember what made him so mad.
This evening, eventhough I could only catch a word here and there, the collective sentiment was deeply felt. It was reverent and heart felt. Lydia Medina lived to be 88 years old. Her Church was her life and tonight I was priviledged to witness how much she mattered in her living years.
Working to get off my butt and into costume. It’s groundwork time baby. I have a photo shoot scheduled. It’s raining and my mood is low. I don’t feel so photogenic today…
but, it’s groundwork time.
Ring. Ring.
“Hello”
“Your picture is in the paper today.”
“What?” <panic, what did I do?>
“The Record printed a picture of you teaching Sunday School.”
“Oh, no. I hope that they didn’t quote me.”
“It’s okay. You look smart. You were teaching the class about Darwin.”
Yesterday, Bellydancing Prenatal Instructor was videotaped for a news segment. to be aired at a future date.
Looks like my media blitz is happening. Okay, hit me with the fortune that comes with fame. I would really like a new laptop.
I’ve contributed to another blog and to the greater good of the universe by helping to raise money for some children who need it. Click this link to read all about it.
deadlines abound and I don’t want to do any of them. I’m tired. I want to go to bed. I want to watch a movie with my kids. I want to eat cake and not gain weight. I want to make my blog pretty. I want to be in Fresno with my friends making merriment. <wah. wah. wah.>
Felling incapable and accomplished at the same time. My computer files are spread out on different disks and hard drives. It feels like I’ve lost the reins of my children…grr. Two computer crashes in a single month. Two trainings in a single month.
I am now a certified PreNatal Yoga Teacher. Yay. and I have some other interesting projects cooking.
I had hoped to have a new look for my blog for my birthday. Oh well, sleep is more important. We have a big night of Tango dancing tomorrow.
night. night.
The sun is bright today and the air crisp and cool. It looks warmer than it is out there.
I’m off to a PreNatal Yoga Teacher Training. I’ve been entertaining a dream of becoming a yoga instructor for about 10 years. I’m happy to do a part of it. The dream isn’t dead yet. A busy family life means that I have to work towards my goals in little chunks and bites.
I couldn’t sleep last night so I hope that I am able to focus and have good attention today.
I am bringing my carnelian heart with me that I received at Solstice.