Third eye blind?

2 Feb

I promise, this won’t become a blog about yoga. I’m more than one-dimensional, even if I’m not acting like it.

That said, this post is about a random thought that occurred to me during yoga tonight.

We very often are instructed to “connect our hands in prayer in front of our hearts” with our eyes closed. Cool. That’s self-explanatory.

Tonight, my instructor Ximena – a name that I swear I didn’t know how to properly pronounce until I heard her say it in class three months ago – gave slightly different instructions. What she said made me want to crack my eyes a slit and see if we had any new male yogis in the room. She said:

Join your hands in prayer.

Now place them in front of your Third Eye.

Am I the only person who finds it plausible that a new student might – just MIGHT – drop his hands instead of raise them? I’m just wondering.

And yes, this is where my mind goes when I am supposed to be sending loving kindness to the world. I can only hope that karma turns a blind eye.

In Search of the Perfect Breakfast Food

2 Feb

Breakfast of champions.

I just finished inhaling a plate of TGIFriday’s potato skins.

As I downed the last bite, I thought:

Is there a more perfect breakfast food than potato skins?

I mean, seriously: potatoes + cheese + bacon = HOME RUN.

(And yes, I realize this is the second post in one week about a cheesy potato. I think that constitutes an addiction of some sort, but I refuse to seek treatment.)

Please weigh in. Have I missed the boat and overlooked a critical breakfast selection?

Foot or fromage? It’s a fine line.

31 Jan

In my last post, I mentally apologized to my fellow yogis for things like garlic breath and over-exposed breasts. Well, tonight it was refreshing – not really – to find the shoe on the other foot: I spent the greater part of my hour-long practice wondering if the girl next to me knew she smelled like a cheese wheel, and if so, if *she* was mentally apologizing to *me*.

Perhaps I should qualify that. I say she smelled like a cheese wheel, and I’m sure you’re thinking, “What, exactly, does a cheese wheel smell like, and how do you know?”

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I’ve got your “loving kindness” right here…

29 Jan

I’ve been practicing yoga regularly for two years now. True yogis use the word “practice” because it’s part of the yoga lingo, but I use it because it’s actually kind of accurate for me; I’m not very good at it, so I simply practice, with the hopes of one day mastering it.

Anyway, tonight I found myself doing something that’s becoming increasingly common for me – mentally apologizing to my fellow yogis on my way to the studio. Tonight’s reason was simple: I’d swum right after work, then somehow scored rockstar parking in front of the Amersterdam Falafel shop in Adams Morgan (karma?) on my way home.

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Yes, Obi Wan

28 Jan

This week at our leadership meeting, we had a few attendees from our international markets. Two observations:

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