You see zombies all over the place. They walk with a distracted, slow gait. Their bodies are hunched over. They’re unresponsive and looking down. I have no doubt that the zombie apocalypse has begun!
Last night I was walking home from a school meeting and a guy almost walked right into me because he was bent over his phone. As we drew near, the woman with him had fallen in behind to let me pass but he had no idea someone was on the sidewalk. Sadly he wasn’t paying attention to me or her.
Whenever I’m walking I see the same situation. Zombies are everywhere. People notice me at the last second and look up. The worst zombies are the moms and dads pushing baby carriages. This generation will grow up thinking it’s normal to ignore the world around you.
As a society we are becoming much less mindful. Our brains are addicted to electronic distractions. We never take a few minutes to notice our breath and remove ourselves from the unimportant details of the day.
My exercise walking route goes through two parks. These spring days have been uplifting. The herons, geese, turtles, birds, flowers, trees, sun, and sky can boldly bring me into a wonderful present moment. Walking can be a terrific meditation if you keep your mind on each detail of your surroundings, senses, and breath.
Although it’s illegal to use a phone when behind the wheel of a car, more than half of the drivers I see are illegally on their phones. Yesterday’s worst offender was a woman in her large SUV driving down our street holding the phone near the windshield. I guess she thought she could text and see the view in front of her large and deadly vehicle as she maneuvered down a residential street.
This is obviously dangerous but it’s also illegal to text while stopped for red lights. Each stop provides an excellent chance to bring your attention to your breath. Feel it filling your body and rest the mind. This is the much needed opposite of what a phone offers.
Whether walking or driving, avoid a zombie infection!
People who spent time in the sun early in the morning had lower BMIs. The results held even when taking a person’s physical activities, calories, sleep, age and season into account. They’ve proven the light synchronizes your internal body clock that controls our energy balance.
So I’ve decided to give it a try. Since the accident I’ve gained 17 pounds. I’m determined to loose 27 to lessen the load on my still-damaged limbs. I figure taking a morning walk for an hour in the sun will give me the much needed sun rays and burn calories too. Being inside doesn’t help because you only get 200-300 lux and you need at least 500. Even on a cloudy day, there’s still 1000 lux outside, so don’t go to the gym, go outside.
My husband started to use MyFitnessPal so I’ve decided to do some simple tracking with the app as well. Paying attention to every bite you eat has been proven to help with weight loss regardless of what plan you are using.
Of course, as a yoga instructor, I believe that paying attention to every detail of your life will improve everything!
A woman I had never met came into my senior chair yoga class to talk to a friend. She was very upset about her hairdo. She didn’t like it. The woman who styled it didn’t know what she was doing. It wasn’t what she wanted.
She slumped down in a seat and said “I look horrible.” She was so upset, I didn’t think disagreeing would make a difference.
After asking me three times what the class would be, she didn’t seem interested. She didn’t want to do anything but get her hair done correctly. She wanted to go to another hair dresser. This senior community has a hair studio, doctor’s office, and bank in the building. She was determined to go outside and find another place immediately.
“I want to go back to Pennsylvania where they know how to do hair.” Now she was almost in tears. Her voice quivered. Obviously this was much more than a hair-style issue.
I announced we were going to begin class.
Her friend had moved her walker as she encouraged her to join the class. Staying seated was therefore easier than getting up and going.
As we began the breathing exercise, I was pleased to see she was participating. At about 20 minutes she announced she was done. I told her we hadn’t done the real yoga yet and she should stay. We continued on with class and a guided relaxation. She’d finished class without another word.
As the meditation ended, I watched her open her eyes. She was completely at peace. After I turned on the lights and opened the doors, I went over to help her with the walker and she had forgotten all about her hair! She was in a completely different mindset. The hair no longer mattered. She was content and smiling.
Most of the time when this transformation happens, I’m delightedly surprised. With someone in such a state of turmoil, it’s all the better.
One of my chair yoga students came to class and proclaimed,
Since I started chair yoga with you, I haven’t had any problems with my asthma and when I went to the doctor he said I didn’t need to come back for six months.
She was obviously pleased. She’d even brought someone else with her to class. The other person’s doctor had also been supportive of yoga.
Truthfully, I was a little perplexed. I teach yoga because I know all of the health benefits. My personal practice has kept me fit and even helped me survive being run over by a car.
But I’d only been teaching at this location for seven weeks and she didn’t even attend every class. What was really going on?
Obviously, my senior chair yoga does not provide a strenuous physical workout. We stretch and strengthen our bodies from head to foot, but this isn’t a sweaty power class. So, I put the physical explanation aside and knew her better health had to be due to our breathing exercises and meditation.
Pranayama (breathing) is our first and most important action. Think about it. You can go a week or more without food, maybe a few days without water, but you can’t even go a few minutes without air. Breathing only in the chest in a shallow way causes stress and fatigue. The body needs full breaths which expand the chest, rib cage, and belly.
Since I only teach once a week, my goal is to give students the tools to live better when we don’t have class. I encourage them to take their yoga breathing with them throughout the day and to also find a few moments each day to sit quietly and clear their minds with simple meditation techniques such as concentrating on their breath. They are discovering what a great difference this can make in their lives and how much better they can feel.
Several years ago I asked a yoga teacher how I could advance in my practice, he told me I had to practice yoga regularly and put in the time. Until I accepted this as the truth, I didn’t advance. As my student proved, it doesn’t have to be that much time each day. We can simply concentrate on breathing better and stopping our pesky brains from stirring up trouble in our lives.
Last week I talked with another volunteer and came up with the concept for a public access tv show called +Postive Health. +Positive Health encourages a better quality of life above and beyond trying to prevent disease. The first episode features me teaching a beginner chair yoga class including a 3-part breathing technique and an easy mantra meditation. The episode was filmed in the Montgomery Community Media studio and will be available for viewing soon.
I hope my “Online” yoga endeavors will help more people find better health each day and see doctors less often!
Both the Scouts and the parents of our Boy Scout troop are close knit because we offer a special leadership experience that no other troop can match. We volunteer to direct the parking at our county’s annual agricultural fair in August.
Since scouting is boy-led, our scouts take on the leadership responsibility. As adults, we report to them. I don’t know of another Troop which gives their boys such a tremendous opportunity to be leaders. The boys learn how the system works, make improvements, and step up to the challenge. We pride ourselves on directing traffic across the entire lot without causing any backups onto the main road. You need coordination, good planning, and hard work to make it happen. Some of these boys aren’t even teenagers and yet they all demonstrate a newly-learned level of maturity. Truly, this is a fulfilling sight to see.
By working together, we have the opportunity to get to know the other parents better. They’re no longer just the people you see picking up their scout at the end of a meeting or eating with their family at the annual dinner. Since we spend time sitting in the tent on breaks, we talk and get to know each other socially. We’re in it together and it shows. You really get to know someone when you have a hundred cars coming right at you and you need to communicate and get them all parked without any delays. We’re a team succeeding together and there’s no better feeling.
My sons work “Iron Man” hours. Iron Man requires 14-hour shifts for most of the fair week. They wouldn’t do so much more than required unless they truly enjoyed it. A few days ago in the cold of February my youngest said he wished he was volunteering at the fair. Obviously he’s dreaming of his summer fun.
Last year a new parent commented that the description of working at the fair didn’t sound like anything he wanted to do but that turned out to be wrong. He wound up coming more than needed. Believe me, it’s hard to stay home when you know people are arriving at the exact same time for a special event at the fair and you’re not there to help. You feel like you’re missing out on something by not participating. We all revel in the sense of accomplishment brought on by a job well done. All hands are willingly on deck.
The Troop has directed the parking at the fair for over 60 years. Each year lots of men stop to tell us that they helped park the cars when they were a scout. They say it knowingly. They say it with their pride showing. You can tell volunteering at the fair is one of the highlights of their youth as they share their memories.
Tradition’s important. Generations wouldn’t keep coming back unless it was worth the effort. For our boys this is a rite of passage and we have the leaders to prove it when they’re adults.
You need to do something special to commemorate a half century in this world. After all, you’ve made it through quite a few ups and downs! What if you don’t want a party?
I wanted to do 50 of something. Somewhere along the way last year, I’d read about doing acts of kindness and service. Could I do one volunteer activity or help one person per week? I’m going to find out!
During my first week I wrote a Lenten Devotional piece. Although this has been an annual occurrence since our church started the booklet three years ago, I spent a long time reading, contemplating, and writing. Writing is one of my gifts and volunteering to write this piece was an appropriate first act of service.
They won’t all be volunteer jobs. I pictured smaller acts of kindness, like giving up a place in line or a parking spot, helping a stranger with a task. These little acts of kindness put people in a good mood and cause them to do something for someone else. I’m hoping I’ll be more open to people and mindful. Hopefully each one of these acts will spread.
During a harrowing Metro train ride which took over an hour when it was only supposed to take 20 minutes, I spent the time next to a group of young people. When I was waiting on the platform to change trains, one of the guys asked me to borrow a pen. My train was coming but I gave it to him knowing I probably wouldn’t get it back. He was writing on a scrap of paper. I hope the pen helped him along that day.
Last Sunday I joined our youth group at church to make 500 sandwiches to be handed out on the streets of DC during a cold night. As people joined in the assembly line, we streamlined the process into a fast and well-oiled, food-making machine.
Looking ahead, I’ve signed up to cook for those going through difficult times and agreed to do a free workshop for seniors.
So, I don’t know where all this will go. I want to do real service to those in great need as well as spread some sunshine. Each time I do, I know I’ll get far more in return. I hope to be feeling the love at fifty!
Today marks one year since the accident which caused my husband and I to join the ranks of pedestrians hit by vehicles. Time passed in a blur. Since I didn’t have the vigor to do many activities, I spent a great deal of time observing the small changes in my surroundings.
A pond about a half mile from our house became my destination. Before the accident, sprinting down to the pond would be my quick warm up before a longer run. I always walked around the water for a big dose of peace and tranquility then finished my three mile course.
After the accident I couldn’t even walk down to the pond.
At one point I thought I might be able to go for a walk, but because I couldn’t use my left arm, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to tie my sneaker if the laces came undone.
Then there were days when I might have been able to walk to the pond but I was too afraid to leave the house. I wasn’t specifically afraid of cars, just leaving the safety of my house.
At other times I was too weak. Each day for most of the year I had to lay down and take an afternoon nap.
Then finally one day I told myself I had to walk. I had to make myself do it. Before I reached the pond, my knees and legs were hurting. The movement of my shoulder in the post-surgery sling was extremely painful. Too tired to move, I was in trouble. I could either turn back or take the last few steps to the pond. Either way, I had a half mile to conquer. So I stood on the sidewalk for a good long time then made it to a bench at the pond to rest. I had to dig down deep.
The walk to the pond developed into a benchmark of my healing. I’d judge my energy and pain levels to determine if I was getting better. The markers were ever so slight. The changes of the seasons marked the changes in the healing process.
My slow contemplative pace allowed me to notice every little wildflower and bug. Each time I stopped was a opportunity to be totally observant in the moment.
When you experience a trauma, you have to be aware of your thoughts and feelings and overcome them. The pond was the place which slowly allowed me to go back into the world without fear.
In these ways the pond became the symbol of my recovery. The plants, birds, and still water reminded me that life changes on a daily basis. We need to go with the flow and appreciate every little bit of beauty along the way.
As I was driving to teach a senior chair yoga class, “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors came on my favorite Sirius station. Since this was a typical day, I immediately stopped myself from identifying with the lyrics as I thought this was simply an average day and certainly not the best day of my life.
Then I listed the best days of my life – my wedding day and the days my sons were born. While contemplating these few short days, I realized there were far, far more minutes to my existence on this planet. Time wise, these days were nothing.
This day, and every day, should be the best day of my life. This moment is the only moment that really counts. As long as I’m conscious and aware of my living, my breathing, my soul, this was the absolute best it was ever going to be.
After a car ran over me earlier this year, I know how absolutely precious every moment is. You hear it all the time. You never know what’s going to happen. You never know how many more days you will have. It’s true.
Now when I hear “Best Day of My Life”, it’s a shout out – a reminder. I am having the best day of my life! I’m going to be content. I’m blessed. I’m living and accepting this day no matter what happens, no matter how much pain arrives.
As for all these “typical” days, when I teach, paint, or volunteer then help my sons with homework, make dinner, and sit down to eat with my family, these are definitely the best days of my life. I’m thankful I still have them.
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