Thursday, June 25
This afternoon at work I joined my coworkers out on our deck to plant flowers, tomatoes, basil, strawberries and squash in two wine barrels. We’re all pretty psyched about the mini garden. After, we all went to an open house at a new tasting room in downtown Newberg. It’s a beautiful spot and it was good to chat with colleagues. I decided to forgo the wine and appetizers and opted for a glass of water. I left after fifteen minutes in attempt to make a 6:30 p.m. Vinyassa class at Yoga Pearl.
I stopped home first to change into my yoga gear and to grab my mat. But I hit all kinds of crazy traffic. I arrived at 6:36 and missed the class. A woman there, eating at the Blossoming Lotus Cafe, which is adjacent to the studio, came over and told me I could possibly make it to Yoga Union, up in the Mt. Tabor neighborhood (up Hawthorne), for the 7:15 p.m. class. I was on my way. I rushed into the studio with a kind of energy that I know was scorned by the uber relaxed staff who were chilling out exponentially, and trying to get me to chill out without telling me in a rude tone to chill out. That’s more a jab at myself, not the staff. They were all very pleasant. I got all signed up and was offered a free class, since it was my first one there. That was very kind!
Tonight’s 7:15 class was hot yoga – and it was wonderful. I spent 90 minutes challenging my body and sweating like crazy. It was a rigorous class and I could feel every muscle benefit, I could feel my breath improving, I could feel all of my body systems benefitting from this incredible workout. There’s really nothing like yoga – it’s truly a mind, body, soul workout. I loved this studio, the instructor was kind, funny and for sure a spiritual guide. I would definitely return soon for another class.
Class was over by 8:45 p.m., and by the time I’d get home to eat dinner that would mean a late digestion. So, I decided to stop by a Thai/Vietnamese place, and ordered a papaya salad to start, followed by a medium bowl of pho soup. I was 99% sure I was safe from gluten contamination. The papaya salad was really good, I only ate a small helping. I figured I’d take the leftovers home for lunch. The pho was okay, not quite as good as a Vietnamese only restaurant. Still, it hit the spot.
On my way out, a homeless guy who had been loitering outside of the restaurant had asked me if I had any leftovers, which I obviously did, as I was holding the box on my way out. My compassion brimmed and I handed him the box that was filled with my leftover papaya salad. I got into my car and as I turned back onto Hawthorne, I noticed the guy tossed the leftover papaya salad into the trash. I was pissed. I love papaya salad and would have been super happy to have it for lunch. But, I wanted to do the right thing and offer it to someone who seemed to need it more that I did. The guy was ungrateful for my charity. When do beggars become choosers? Okay, this guy was hungry and I gave him food and it wasn’t good enough? I’m sorry that it wasn’t chicken chow mein or beef rangoon, but give me a flippin’ break. It was free food! And healthy. And delicious! This was my first experience with an ungrateful homeless person. And it made me more sad than angry. I couldn’t believe this dude wasted the food and threw it away!! Seriously??
When I got home I had to rinse off. I sweat profusely at yoga. I stared off by using my dry skin brush to detoxify and stimulate the lymph system. This removes dead skin cells and promote’s the skin’s process of excreting toxins through the skin. It’s recommended to do it immediately before showering or bathing, starting with the feet and working up the body towards the heart.
I took a refreshing shower with a refreshing ginger salt scrub by Origins followed by a rosemary-mint shower gel on a loofah. I love Origins and Aveda, and I am on this serious kick to put only natural products on my hair and skin that I could eat – I mean, why would you put chemicals on your body that absorb?
While I cleansed my skin, I reflected on why I loved yoga so much, how it makes you slow down and focus on breath and your body. After I towel dried off, my skin was baby smooth. The toxins had been released from yoga and dry brushing, while the dead skin had been sloughed off.
I put on some loose, organic cotton pajama pants with a tank top, and went downstairs to drink more water, a cup of Yogi chamomile tea, and I truly felt cleared, balanced and happy.