Sitting in the warm sun with freshly painted toes.
I stretch my feet forward, then press the soles onto the table in front of me.
The surface is wet still. Max was filling watering cans for the garden.
The water on my feet and the hot sun on my legs.
It reminds me summer will be here in the blink of an eye.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Yesterday was the full moon.
I set my intention on release, clearing and cleansing. I decided to practice yoga and then sage the house. But I realized I had given all of my bundles of sage to Josh’s friend- to burn with his papers before he left for Sweden. Huh.
All I had left was a leaf or two that came with crystals. Max and I enjoyed burning those. Then, we went for a walk.
We were walking down the trail at quite a clip. The gravel trail can rock him to sleep if I go fast enough. I establish my stride in the initial stretch- full of huge, barking dogs in the yards facing it.
Must race past them if he’s going to sleep.
I glanced down at my shoes as we were cruising along.
I saw a sage branch.
I could hardly believe it. I stopped and went back to pick it up and smell it.
Yep! It was sage- about 15 or 20 times what I had just burned. So, I put it in the stroller and smiled and said, Hari, Hari.
I see a pattern forming here… each time I’ve had a “yogini tale” to tell, certain elements remain the same: this girl [walking/running/wandering] outdoors with her trusty jogging stroller and her favorite little man.
I’ve often joked that I wish that stroller had an odometer. I’m sure the mileage would be shocking- hundreds of miles, if not a thousand. As a full-time mama of an always active boy, putting Maxim in the stroller and hitting the road was my only ‘me’ time. We would walk more than 10 miles some days.
From our last house, it was a quick and easy walk to a trail that leads directly to the beach- less than 3 miles each way. The nearest playground was just as far… uphill. So, day after day, we walked and walked. We even began to run, something that I had always told myself I couldn’t do. Didn’t even want to. We became such a good team that we entered our very first 5K last year.
Then, a strange thing happened. We moved to a new house. A great new house with a playground in the neighborhood and a big park just a mile away. We did most of our training at the long track that encircles the park. It was convenient, if somewhat boring.
The thing is that our new house is about twice as far from the beach and is very inconveniently positioned with regards to accessing our beloved bike trail. It’s a much farther hike to get to an access point, which in itself is fine, but the scenery… well, asphalt, strip malls, crosswalks, gas stations. Not my favorite. A dealbreaker? Not entirely. A deterrent,? Yes.
The best part of the trip is the very beginning, passing in front of one of California’s famed Missions. Sometimes we would even walk the grounds before heading out into the concrete jungle. There is a road that runs along the western side of the Mission that ends with a barricade. I always wondered where it led, but I never followed it. There are areas of the Mission that are not open to the public. I assumed it led to one of those… hence the barricade.
On the first day of the new year, my boys and I decided to go for a walk. When it comes to the men in my house, they always have their own ideas about what to do and how to do it. We walked over to the Mission and cut across the front of the parking lot- leading right over to the barricade. Now, I am the type of person that sees a barricade and expects that it’s there for a reason. My boys? Not so much. We kept walking around the barricade and followed the road down a little hill.
And what do you know?? It cut through to a residential area very near the entrance to the trail. No strip malls. No gas stations. No red lights and traffic.
I guess sometimes you just have to push on past the barricade and allow that there might be something awesome just down the hill. Go figure.
- October 4, 2010
I had another lesson in the Creator’s miraculous goodness yesterday- at the Oceanside Swap Meet of all places.
After three Sundays of trying to get to the swap meet, I decided to run there with Max yesterday. Josh wasn’t feeling well, so I thought it would be a good way for us to get out of the house. I needed a trackball for my phone, and I hoped I would find one there. I knew exactly the guy who would have it. He’s always in the same spot, so I went directly there. Nope- didn’t have it.
I had already paid $2 to get in, and Josh needed to rest. I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the place, going a way we never go so that I could check out the areas that we always miss.
Bikes? DVDs? A toy?
It was nice to be out in a strange environment- staying with the light.
I found a DVD for myself (Unlocking the Mystery of Life: The Case for Intelligent Design). I had to get it. It sounded too perfect. And why else would it have been there on a table of 90s rom-coms and movies with Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Down the line- classic Disney movies on VHS for $1 each: The Aristocats, The Rescuers, The Fox and the Hound.
Keep going? Or just go home?
We were almost at the tip of the triangular lot (it used to be a drive-in theater), so… let’s keep going. See what we see. We had never been all the way to the tip before. Why not? Maybe I’d find a teapot or a movie for Josh.
Winding, wandering. Last row! It’s a picnic area? With vendors facing it. Down, down- and look! The absolute last guy to see in the whole swap meet has DVDs.
1 box, 2 boxes. I thought there were maybe 5 or 6 boxes, but he brought out more from his truck. He was packing up, but now there were 15 boxes. I looked through all of them, thinking that I might find something better than Conan the Barbarian. Maybe There Will Be Blood…?
Standing at the end of the table. Back and forth. Which one? Which one? I turned my head slightly in consideration- toward the adjoining vendor…
‘That stroller looks too new and black to be… HOLY $#:%! HOLY $#:%! THAT’S MY STROLLER!!!’ It had gone missing more than a month ago, and I thought it was gone forever.
“That’s my stroller,” I said out loud. “Look! It’s stitched under this velcro where it ripped.” I pulled it back and YES! It even had Max’s diapers still in the bottom.
The vendor said he bought it from someone and paid $10. He wanted $10 for it. Ugh… annoying. It’s my stroller. It disappeared from my house weeks ago. Someone must have taken it from the porch.
But it was a miracle that it was there in front of me at that moment. Against all odds. I saw the pieces of the puzzle falling in place in front of me. All the pieces- so many NO’s turned to YES’s to put me in front of that stroller at that moment. It was like a little nudge in the ribs. A little ‘hey, it’s me. I love you.’
YES! $10?… ok. It was worth it. I couldn’t NOT buy it, right? I couldn’t even walk away. I had found the proverbial needle in a haystack. What if it disappeared again? So… fine. $10.
The only question at that point was how I was going to get both the jogging stroller and the found stroller back to the house- maybe a mile and half, walking. I decided to drag one and push the other. Whatever. If that’s what’s required of me to be showered with (((L O V E))), it’s a small price to pay. Who am I to say ‘No’ when everything else is saying ‘Yes’? Even for a second. Only in my head.
‘Oh! Look! It’s Mike! And Josh!’
Soooo… they took the stroller in the car, and Max and I went for a runnnnn!
Incidentally, Josh took my phone apart and fixed the trackball that had been broken for weeks. Problem solved.
State. Of. Grace.
The bird met the current of wind
And kept on flapping
Though he didn’t advance an inch
He hovered there long enough
Above my head
That I looked up and saw the rainbow