Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Santa Fe 2 --- Day 2/115
Walk: Historic Santa Fe, Canyon Road
Took a guided tour of Historic Santa Fe today. A cousin told me it would be like being in the past and the present at one time.
Took a guided tour of Historic Santa Fe today. A cousin told me it would be like being in the past and the present at one time.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Santa Fe --- Day 2/114
Walk: Albuquerque Airport, Sandia Shuttle, St. Francis Hotel
I'm staying here for three days. Looks really nice.
I'm staying here for three days. Looks really nice.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Tacoville Next --- Day 2/113
Walk: JCCSF, Laurel Village, T. Joe's, Mndful Body
Distance: 3 miles, take yoga class, teach yoga private
Busy packing and readying myself for tomorrow's first trip to New Mexico. Think I'll like it.
lst leg: SFO to ABQ (Albuquerque)
Distance: 3 miles, take yoga class, teach yoga private
Busy packing and readying myself for tomorrow's first trip to New Mexico. Think I'll like it.
lst leg: SFO to ABQ (Albuquerque)
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Abroad, Me? Part II --- Day 2/112
Walk: Around the homefront
Distance: Couple of blocks and home yoga practice
Feeling better today about yesterday's yoga teaching upset (see Day 2/211) after receiving apologies and particularly after penning, sending (and receiving many 'rave reviews' on) the following (edited) all time great email:
Subject: Ooops, yesterday
Distance: Couple of blocks and home yoga practice
Feeling better today about yesterday's yoga teaching upset (see Day 2/211) after receiving apologies and particularly after penning, sending (and receiving many 'rave reviews' on) the following (edited) all time great email:
Subject: Ooops, yesterday
Dear Dedicated Practitioners and Loyal Students,
Whew! I just received an email from the head of the yoga program at The_____, and, as suspected, our 'displacement' after class started
yesterday was not meant to be. The workshop was scheduled in the front studio
but something seems to have happened 'between the cup and the lip.'
You and all of The _____students and their practices are so valued
by the studio and each teacher. Great care is taken by everyone at The _____ to make sure this is communicated and you are honored. The few glitches
that happen are unfortunate and unintentional which you probably assume. But
still they disrupt the supportive environment we wish to provide for you and
your yoga, and I'm sorry for yesterday.
All future workshops have been checked as well as the Teacher Training
Program that begins in the fall, and we will be nicely settled in our
room from 11:30 - 1:00 throughout 
.
.
Thank you for such a focused practice even after changing rooms, and always
for your attendance which is so meaningful to me.
Namaste,
CIWT
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Abroad, Me? ---- Day 2/111
Walk: Mindful Body
Distance: 10 blocks and teach yoga class
Everyone had gathered at my yoga class this morning, I began in virasana, we all closed our eyes, the calm in the room was palpable. And Then.. the curtain was thrown open and the front desk people said "You have to move; there's a workshop in this room today. We forgot to tell you!" Now the startle factor was palpable from everyone - teacher and students alike.
I groused, let the Mindful Body know how I felt but cleared the room and we all went into the other room and had a class. A good one because I'm a good teacher by now. But I am Not 'yogic.' Even after all these years doing and teaching yoga, I am still the same me that does not react well at all to what I consider complete and unnecessary stupidity. 'My'/the 11:30 class has been in existence since the beginning of the studio (20 years), many students have been attending since then or have been regulars since I've been teaching the class (5-6 years or more, I can't remember). What in the world were they thinking? - same thing as when they gave a 4-month teacher training and forgot until the night before to tell me it was in 'my' room.
Now the very yogic teacher right after me had her reaction. "Oh, well," she smiled at me, "a scheduling mistake was made. These things happen. It's no big deal...." "Blah, Blah, blah..." ciwt was thinking. No big deal, but monumentally vapid and irritating to teacher and students.
I wonder what the students thought of seeing me be so definite about this little 'scheduling mistake.' Don't know but certainly it was 'authentic' and, if it was shocking for them to realize that even yoga teachers (I) get
irritated, then there's little I can do to influence what they made of this. But, I've been round and round the mulberry bush with the studio on this kind of stuff, so my irritation also makes me wonder how short my yoga teaching fuse is these days and whether I'm getting more and more ready to move on.
Specifically to some time abroad or travel to other places. Specifically to non-imaginary trips, to real ones. Callie will be leaving at an unspecified time but shortly, my birthdays will be becoming more and more 'significant,' the hold your nose and jump in anxiety is creeping and lingering...Well?...
Distance: 10 blocks and teach yoga class
Everyone had gathered at my yoga class this morning, I began in virasana, we all closed our eyes, the calm in the room was palpable. And Then.. the curtain was thrown open and the front desk people said "You have to move; there's a workshop in this room today. We forgot to tell you!" Now the startle factor was palpable from everyone - teacher and students alike.
I groused, let the Mindful Body know how I felt but cleared the room and we all went into the other room and had a class. A good one because I'm a good teacher by now. But I am Not 'yogic.' Even after all these years doing and teaching yoga, I am still the same me that does not react well at all to what I consider complete and unnecessary stupidity. 'My'/the 11:30 class has been in existence since the beginning of the studio (20 years), many students have been attending since then or have been regulars since I've been teaching the class (5-6 years or more, I can't remember). What in the world were they thinking? - same thing as when they gave a 4-month teacher training and forgot until the night before to tell me it was in 'my' room.
Now the very yogic teacher right after me had her reaction. "Oh, well," she smiled at me, "a scheduling mistake was made. These things happen. It's no big deal...." "Blah, Blah, blah..." ciwt was thinking. No big deal, but monumentally vapid and irritating to teacher and students.
I wonder what the students thought of seeing me be so definite about this little 'scheduling mistake.' Don't know but certainly it was 'authentic' and, if it was shocking for them to realize that even yoga teachers (I) get
irritated, then there's little I can do to influence what they made of this. But, I've been round and round the mulberry bush with the studio on this kind of stuff, so my irritation also makes me wonder how short my yoga teaching fuse is these days and whether I'm getting more and more ready to move on.
Specifically to some time abroad or travel to other places. Specifically to non-imaginary trips, to real ones. Callie will be leaving at an unspecified time but shortly, my birthdays will be becoming more and more 'significant,' the hold your nose and jump in anxiety is creeping and lingering...Well?...
Friday, April 26, 2013
The Artist and His Model --- Day 2/110
Walk: Fillmore Street, Sundance Kabuki (The Artist and His Model)
Distance: 2 miles
The part of me that vaguely thinks of spending a year in Europe had a reality test at the San Francisco International Film Festival this afternoon. The movie was The Artist and His Model, the soundtrack was French and the subtitles were randomly m.i.a.. Ie, there would be a subtitle or or two then pure French for about ten minutes then another subtitle then another lengthy return to French soundtrack.
Since I took French from 8th grade up to sophomore year in college, I was interested to experience how I would do in a prolonged purely French situation. Turns out, I'm about as random as the subtitles, picking up a word, a phrase, even extended sentences. But clearly a year in France would be quite a challenge - and isolating - at this point. Good to know.
Meanwhile, back to the movie. Not having much insight into the dialogue worked both ways. Almost from the title you have an excellent idea what the theme(s) of the movie will be. And you're correct, so you understand what you've watched. On the other hand, since the themes - art, inspiration, old age - are time honored in literature and film, the verbal subtleties and plot are necessary to set this particular meditation apart. And of course those things were not available unless you were fluent in French.
From what I could tell, the movie was essentially a movie-maker's movie requiring patience, appreciation for older actors at the top of their craft, endless interest in the end of the old, pre-technological ways, deep admiration for restrained, artistic camera work. These qualities are all good, but I left with a sense of remove from the movie that would have existed whether or not I'd been able to know all the words. To a large extent, I believe this is because the main character is inaccessible; cynical, remote, vaguely unpleasant and certainly not a man whose sensitivities elicited much care or even interest.
Distance: 2 miles
The part of me that vaguely thinks of spending a year in Europe had a reality test at the San Francisco International Film Festival this afternoon. The movie was The Artist and His Model, the soundtrack was French and the subtitles were randomly m.i.a.. Ie, there would be a subtitle or or two then pure French for about ten minutes then another subtitle then another lengthy return to French soundtrack.
Since I took French from 8th grade up to sophomore year in college, I was interested to experience how I would do in a prolonged purely French situation. Turns out, I'm about as random as the subtitles, picking up a word, a phrase, even extended sentences. But clearly a year in France would be quite a challenge - and isolating - at this point. Good to know.
Meanwhile, back to the movie. Not having much insight into the dialogue worked both ways. Almost from the title you have an excellent idea what the theme(s) of the movie will be. And you're correct, so you understand what you've watched. On the other hand, since the themes - art, inspiration, old age - are time honored in literature and film, the verbal subtleties and plot are necessary to set this particular meditation apart. And of course those things were not available unless you were fluent in French.
From what I could tell, the movie was essentially a movie-maker's movie requiring patience, appreciation for older actors at the top of their craft, endless interest in the end of the old, pre-technological ways, deep admiration for restrained, artistic camera work. These qualities are all good, but I left with a sense of remove from the movie that would have existed whether or not I'd been able to know all the words. To a large extent, I believe this is because the main character is inaccessible; cynical, remote, vaguely unpleasant and certainly not a man whose sensitivities elicited much care or even interest.
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