OMG! Posse! This is just the most ridiculous Winter EVAH! We are in the midst of Polar Vortex 2.0, which follows yet another blizzard. I. Hate. Winter. And for those who think I get to stay inside, eating Mallomars and drinking tea….remember those chickens? Yep! 5:45a, shoveling a path to the coop. We got 4″ of snow last night. It’s persackly 29 solid steps from our back door to the coop gate…and in Polar Vortex those are the longest 29 steps………. But I sprayed a bit of Tom Ford Noir de Noir to keep me company in the pitch dark morning, with the wind howling…the swoony rose and vanilla bloomed beautifully as I worked up a nice head (and other places) of steam, sweeping 4″ of snow out of the run…. and, yes, I trickled the water. Fool me once, bay-bee…
….but I don’t want to talk about perfumes or chickens today…. I wanna talk about Body & Mind. You all know of my travails with my back, my knee, my hip, my shoulder, sciatica, my anxiety, my garden-variety, all-around middle-aged Crazy. Hey, I’m not proud of it but it is what it is. These past 5 years have not been especially easy on me, with business and personal travails, longterm injuries from everything from the ‘exotic’ (an unexpected motorcycle ‘get-off’ @ 60mph) to the mundane (tripping on ONE PIECE of gravel!)….they all have taken their toll. And to be honest, the toll is more psychological than physical. I’ve become timid about everything from getting down from the bed of a pickup to simply walking down the street! It was freaking me out! I’m not 90yrs old and frankly, even if I were, I don’t want to be afraid to walk down the damn street! And I’ve noticed that a lot of you have commented with similar (or WORSE!) ailments! Let’s face it, none of us is Benjamin Button so it’s only going to get weirder, as we progress. So I decided to do something about it. I have no problem growing old (as my pop used to say ‘you get old or you get dead’) but I want to do it with as much grace and health as possible. Wonky joints and fearful movement is aging & demoralizing. And I ain’t havin’ it. So I turned to one of Our Own, Nina Zolotow. She, along with her yoga partner, Dr. Baxter Bell, run Yoga for Healthy Aging. It’s not Yoga for Old People – it’s actually persackly what they say it is – Healthy Aging. Since all of us want to age, why not do it in health, if we can? This came about via one of the many Six Degrees wonders of Mark Zuckerberg’s little Social Media platform. Nina is an avowed perfumista and one thing led to another…..I started poking around on her blog but didn’t really pay close attention until THIS article! I’ve flirted with yoga in the past, from classes to DVDs (Rodney Yee, you’re HAWT! but too fast for a gal) …..but nothing really addressed what is going on with me – that sudden lack of confidence in my body, born of injury and inaction. Nina and Baxter put together a series of exercises which she is chronicling on their blog (I think it starts HERE) Those of you who are used to my ways will recognize my yammeration in that post – I have no problem identifying myself here – yeah, it’s me. Scared to death, stiff as a board, shakin’ like a leaf and feeling like I’m 1000 years old. And now it’s winter? And the idea of walking beyond the front door makes my stomach clench? Gotta stop. What’s cool about YFHA is, Nina, Shari and Baxter recognize that there are underlying issues – the lack of confidence is one that has to be addressed as well as – well, actually it has to be addressed as we go along. I’m not just interested in more mobility; I don’t want to be scared to move anymore.
So! What does this have to do with perfume? Not much – but in a way, a whole lot. See, the diminution of my confidence has impacted every aspect of my life. I feel old. Crunchycrackly. Blech. I was losing joy in nearly everything.
At least I was. Now, with Nina, Shari and Baxter to help, I’m feeling a WHOLE LOT BETTER! and it’s just starting. The poses for sciatic? Yeah, baby!!! I even took the boyz out yesterday, on the slick street (there are no sidewalks right now, you can fuggedaboutthat) and while I wasn’t Gene Kelly I wasn’t Gladys, either. Just that little achievement – walking on a slickery street without my heart in my mouth – in December! In a blizzard! with my knees bent and my hips a little bit loose!!! – that was HUGE!!!! (okay – I lied when I said my heart wasn’t in my mouth. But it was just barely there – more like on the tip of my tongue (or should that be the reverse? Hanging at the back of my throat? Yuck. I’m a little fuzzy, combining axioms and physiology ain’t mah thang). And it made me feel less like a dinosaur. So! for allayouse who are illin’ a little bit or a lot – get over to Yoga for Healthy Aging and see what they have going on. You can follow my journey or take one of your own. I’m not going to out ‘my girls’ here – it’s not my place – but you know who you are (and there may be some guys, too!). I had no idea yoga could address so many things! El O working m Very Last Nerve? They’ve got a pose for that (my hand to Floyd, these past 5 days I have been in that pose EIGHT TIMES! It really is cool! I’m hoping to find a post on “Yoga for Crappy Sinuses”!!
btw – there is no affiliation here other than what I was already doing with them – I just thought it might be a interesting connection for some of you! We’ll get back to perfume next week!!!
UPDATE: for some reason the links aren’t working so….www.baxterbell.com and yogaforhealthyaging.blogspot.com