Birds of Paradise

Though your petals are not as soft, nor your colors quite as pretty as all the flowers surrounding you,

Stand tall,

For you are unique to all the world,

And no other bloom shines quite as bright.

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Don’t Take My Heat

At the doctors office

Nurse asks, “hi how old are you?”

Clary just stares.

“Can you step on the scale.”

He steps and she records.

“Great! Can you stand under here so I can measure you?” Pointing to the stadiometer.

Clary walks face forward up to it and I laugh.

“Turn around baby.”

“Ok I’m going to take your temperature.” And touches the electric thermometer up to his forehead.

“No!” He screams upset. “I want my temperature back! I want my temperature back.” Groping at the air, crying, and putting the invisible temperature back to his forehead.

I chuckle realizing someone just took his heat.

1.5 Generation Christmas

I didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas.

It was like my brother and I were Hansel and Gretel wandering like orphans wandering into strange yards watching through windows other families cozied up by a fire place with a Christmas tree illuminating the room and families holding tradition.

We stood outside doors waiting to be invited in and watch them open presents and enjoy the good high spirits of whatever tradition they celebrated while our own parents worked all night and day on their busiest night of the year.

Neither completely Korean nor American, we had less tradition to hold on to, but the dream of my parents was for us to belong here.

And so I am,

Making ornaments,

Witnessing my children completely apart of “their” tradition,

And I am standing completely a part of it rather than watching through someone’s window,

Finally belonging.

Dinosaur Dragon

Dinosaur dragons

“You be mommy dinosaur dragon and I’ll be baby dinosaur dragon and we will eat people rawr!”

“Well do you want to eat people?”

“Well, Well, ok you be mommy dinosaur dragon and I be baby dinosaur dragon and we will eat bad people.”

“But do you think bad people will taste good?”

“Well Well, ok. You be mommy dinosaur dragon and I’ll be baby dinosaur dragon and we will eat tacos!”

“Ok rawr!”

“Rawr!”

Likes

Clarence: I like palm trees and fridays, what do you like?

me: i like you!

Clarence: no you like grilled cheese and sundays.

Scars

Stepping out of the shower, Clarence comes to me and rubs my stomach, “what are those? Bones?” He asks touching my stretch marks.

“When I had Elijah in my belly, my belly grew so big it made scars.”

He hugged me, kissed both sides, and said, “They’re beautiful!”

Unfurled Hearts

Unfurled Hearts
Before we arrived at this place,

We lied still in the dank dark earth,

Waiting for that moment when you and I fell inline to cross paths. 

 From opposite ends we unfurled and stood in the thick of tall dark branches,

Until we found in each other a reflection that pushed them aside to let the light through. 

Creating hearts

Feet entwined,

Brows touching

Passing life 

Breath by breath 

Mouth to mouth.  

Transforming us to divine

Gods Immortal. 

Plant Therapy

Woke up in a funk today 

In light of some recent events in the world, the states, my microcosm, the home, my room….

The first thought after teaching yoga this morning is that I need to clean, and then I’ll feel better,

But the heaviness would not leave for me to lift a limb.

Then I thought, I need a little motivation,

And so I went to the nursery,

Walked around conversing with my enlightened toddler,

Found a healthy new fiddle leaf fig and a lush maiden hair fern.

I never pretended to be perfect. 

Happiness in a swipe and small talk, “yes the weather is much nicer today… no receipt please.” No paper trails. 

Now my Boston fern and birds nest fern look happier and truth is, their chances of survival have just increased with their new companions….

As well as mine. 

Community 

C O M M U N I T Y

The beauty of it all is, by themselves, each of them struggled to stay up and balance. I had them walk forward and link arms and try and they all smiled simultaneously. Instantaneously it became easy. From all walks of life, all ages, genders, and without a thought on what another’s story is, we created union. 

#senioryoga #yogaeverydamnday #community #isupportdaca #dreamers #immigrants #humans #wearealljusthumans #balance #yogaeverydamnday #yogaforeveryone #yogaforall 

The Beauty of Receiver 

I’m finishing up my last three classes of the semester for my senior classes through Rio Hondo College. 

Yesterday and elderly Indian woman and her husband waited patiently to speak to me after class after speaking with several of the students who wanted to wish me well before we start again for he fall in two weeks. She came up to me, her eyes glazed with tears and told me, “you have made my dreams come true. Growing up in the Brahmin family as a girl, I always wanted to learn the sun salutations. All the boys and men went outside after morning prayers to practice Surya Namaskara, but I had to go into the kitchen to prepare meals with the women. Thank you so much for bringing me this gift!” And she gave me the most heartfelt hug, both of us in tears as her husband sat contentedly on a chair nodding the whole time with a smile on his face. I drove home crying happy tears at the blessings life brought me. 

Today wrapping up another senior class, both classes we focused on learning Surya Namaskar C so they can practice at home every morning without my assistance for the next two weeks before the next session starts again, another student came to me and asked for help with her shoulders and we did a little shoulder clock. She started tearing up telling me that her heart feels like it’s being pulled, but it was a happy feeling and I told her it can have that effect. She grabbed both my hands looking directly at me and told me, “I bless you every morning I wake up for bringing me this gift! You are an amazing teacher and thank you so much for everything you have taught me.” And she gave me the warmest hug and I told her thank you, again crying. Walking out of class I felt so full and shared the stories with a good friend, who told me that she feels blessed to have me in this world, and I have to say, I am the one blessed to have come across so many beautifully receptive and open people. I am reciprocating what I have learned from my teachers, whether they be yoga teachers, authors, philosophers, my children and my own students. In the past I have been received with sarcasm, skepticism, closed mindedness, and fear. It is worth so much to receive open and complete.