Attachment to my Peeps

I work with a lot of seniors.  One of them last week came to class up in arms about the fact that her Niece had come to her house and had taken her car keys.


The woman I'm talking about is probably 77 I'd guess.


She was so upset so I asked her what had happened?


She told me her car keys are kept by her purse beside her front door.  Her Niece walked in the door, took the keys and said, "You won't be needing these anymore!"


She was so upset.  And she told me only her Doctor can tell her she can no longer drive.  I explained to her that if she is interested in still driving all she needs to do is to take the test with the Ministry and they will decide.  I also believe the test is only written and as far as I know they don't have to do a driving test unless they ask &/or pay more to do so.


She picked up a few fliers from the front desk which said pretty much what I had told her.

One week later.....

She showed up in class so of course I was curious if she got her keys back? I asked her. 
Her response was, "Why?  Where are they?"


It through me for a second before I explained I thought her relative had taken the keys from her.  It took her a minute too before she said, "Yes I just have to write some test."


So now it all makes more sense.  I was so caught up in the women's story that I forgot to look at it from the opposite perspective.  Maybe there's a reason the Niece had the keys after all?


Sometimes being a Yoga teacher is really challenging; especially for those of us that love what we do and who we do it with. 


Another student passed away last week.  I didn't hear about the Internment arrangements until after everything was over; would have been nice to say goodbye with the rest of the community.  I did light a candle here for her though. 


What can I say?
I am attached to my peeps.
Plus I just want them all to remain safe & sound...
Namaste,
Tam
x




PS.  The 77-ish year old also told me how much she loves coming to the classes and how healthy she feels they are for her.  I hope she is still able to come for as long as she can.


PPS.  Hang tight over the next 48 hours - it's an eclipse time.  It's time to clear things away.  Release whatever you want to get rid of. 

Acceptance

One of the things I adore about art journaling is the ability to create something wonderful out of emotions that may not feel the best.  All of us have things in our lives we wish we could change; things that aren't to our liking.

The things we wish were different can be a source of fear, struggle and depression.  Or we can utilize the saying, "Help me to accept the things I can not change" (I know, so 12 steps here, right?)  We can poke fun or realize it's essence of truth.

We can keep up the struggle and allow the chaos into our internal world, or we can release it to the larger powers of spirit; trusting things will unfold as they should (which they will anyhow regardless of our involvement).

This was similar to one of my journal entries which helped me shift from the pain of a situation to releasing it to spirit.

Isn't she lovely?  I even found the courage to thank this situation as a blessing:

 



 I have no idea why the bird ended up in there but for some reason it wanted to be.

 



Thanks for stopping by!  I hope you too find a way to come to a place of acceptance with something you are struggling with.

Namaste,
Tammy
x

The Precious

You'll never guess what showed up on my doorstep tonight?

The PRECIOUS!

Lyle's ring returned!

A little worse for wear, but a collegue from work brought it back. The day Lyle lost Precious it was freezing rain outside and the drive at work was sheer ice. He took one step out of the truck and went flying. After the first panic phone call he told me he fell and thought maybe he had lost the precious at work. At the time, the seeping gape wound on his hand was apparently more important than the ring at the time; his first instinct was the ring was still at work. Apparently, the Oracle (aka Lyle) was right. Then he started to second guess himself.

I spoke to my weeping yogi and Saint Anthony (I'm not Catholic, but I speak to St. Anthony all the time, infact I call him Tony; yes, we are on a first name basis!) I yelled into the air tonight huge thank you's to both of them. Lyle said, I should thank the woman who returned it to us. I did that, but also felt the need to thank the Secret for returning the ring as this was my intention!

I said tonight that I should take his ring into the jeweler to get it cleaned and buffed. You should see how beat up it is....looks like it had a nasty battle with the snow plow! Lyle's response...
"No, you can't have it.....It's Mine! No It's mine!"

I don't know if I'll ever get it away from him again.
Schmegle - hahahaaa after all he now is the Lord of the Ring!