Today’s the official launch date of the book “Animal Companions, Animal Doctors, Animal People“. It’s to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Ontario Veterinary College, my alma mater. And I’m proud to say that I wrote one of the essays in the book! My contribution is called “Yoga Lessons from My Dog”.
The anthology is available for order on Amazon and at independent bookstores like the “Bookshelf“, where they’re holding the book reading tonight.
Hope that you get a chance to read the book! (Would make a great Father’s Day gift for your animal-loving Dad…I know that’s what I’m gonna do.)
One of my sister’s calls me a professional student. I’m good with that. OK, so I was in University for a long time (getting into and then completing vet college). I did yoga school last year and I’m assisting in the yoga teacher training class now. Then there’s this fall and winter, where I’ve enrolled in a program on animal acupuncture (an exciting way to approach veterinary medicine but very overwhelming since it’s like learning a new language!).
I can’t help it. I love to learn.
The first day of ESY Teacher Training (Season 2) was this past Sunday. Such a pleasure to meet this group of motivated yoginis! In one of our breakout discussion groups, someone asked me why I decided to teach.
Dianne gave me the official certificate from Eastside Yoga School this week. I wasted no time in logging into the Yoga Alliance website and signing up as a Registered Yoga Teacher (RYT).
So why did I decide to do yoga school/shala?
Don’t you ever wonder where the time goes?
It’s been one year since I started this blog. Wow! I’m so happy to be able to write that down. Here are some of my musings on this auspicious occasion…
As part of yoga teacher training, I taught my 5th karma community class on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I was glad to have a chance to be at the studio again but it was a few weeks since I’d done it. For my 4th karma class, I assisted by demonstrating the poses as my classmate led the practice. I liked observing someone else’s style. However, it was time for me to get back into the groove again.
Can you think on your feet? What would you do if “the game changed” on you?
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
~from the movie “The Forbidden Kingdom“
How many times have you caught yourself holding your breath when you’re faced with a challenge?
Do you remember how it felt to ride a bike for the first time? The training wheels. The wobbliness as you tried to travel in a straight line. Falling over and getting a bruise from the handlebars. It was all forgotten when you made that first solo ride down the driveway and either managed to stop by yourself or had someone waiting for you at the end. You did it.
I feel like a voodoo doll and someone has stuck pins into my low back. Having chronic low grade cramps, due to PMS. Happens for 2 weeks out of every month and it tires me out. It’s been like this for the last 5-6 years now. Not that it’s really bad or anything. It just takes me down a notch. I realize that I should be expecting aches and pains as I’m getting older. Just to make sure, I’ve had this all checked out medically. Now I’ve just gotta deal with it.