Morning ramblings...

Our days typically start in a flurry of lunches frantically being packed, outfits flying, eat your breakfast, quick- go brush your teeth, get your shoes on, get your shoes on, get your shoes on!!!! etc. Even though we allot enough time, I still find myself Drill Sargenting the kids, especially my youngest, out of the house. . This week in class we focused on the grammar of the heart. How we approach a situation subconsciously/ consciously and the grammar we attach to it. How this grammar can dramatically effect the outcome. We observed what poses made us cranky, especially when I threw every hippy pose I could at them. Our focus was changing the language on the mat, but of course, we were encouraged to practice this off the mat as well. . As I woke this morning, begrudgingly embarking on the Drill Sargent duties at hand, I decided to practice what I preach. I was careful with the words I chose, trying strategically to replace words of “Hurry, don’t make me repeat myself, and we’re going to be late” with calm, gentle, encouraging morning banter. And as my littlest was at the table munching on a slice of pumpernickel toast he said, “Mom, today is not like normal days, is it?” No son, It isn’t...