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I am MUCH better now, if not all better. 


Last weekend (including Friday plus Monday), for a total of 4 straight days, 100 hours, I stayed home with nothing on my plate but to deal with my entire body full of hives.  By Friday it was all over except for my upper legs, calves, abdomen, lower back, and buttocks.  They went all the up to my chin and ears.  My entire neck felt raw.  By Sunday, my lip line and cheeks were beginning to turn red and itch as well.  They then showed up all over my back and abdomen.


I spent most of my days in the bathroom.  Treating them with all types of creams, oils, and ointments.  Under cold showers and/or cold baths.  In the middle of December in Chicago, I was taking cold baths.  


I would then cradle them in bed with ice.  (I am beginning to itch all over just writing about them now).


Not to mention not being to sleep or eat.  I was afraid to eat anything at all.  I was even afraid to add lemon to my water.


And this past weekend, I didn’t have to deal with any of that.  


Last week, I was Unable to sleep.  This week, I Didn’t want to sleep.  I wanted all my waking hours, enjoying my energy put into other things.  


I got so much done. I organized things I have not in years.   


I didn’t have to change clothes 5 times a day.  I didn’t have to change my sheets twice a day and do the laundry this weekend.  


My work didn’t stop.  My bills didn’t stop.  


Nothing stopped BUT ME.  


And maybe I NEEDED to stop.  


Maybe it was grace that MADE me stop.


Whatever that was, it was a blessing.  I am blessed.


Thank you to all who helped me in one way or another.




My 104-year-old student gave me an envelope today with a letter of appreciation and to share her life.  


This is my second year with her in class.  She’s well respected.  But only as I started to get to know her, did I realize how much, and how well deserved that respect is.  


I’ve been around music legends and famous actors, and such.  But this woman IS also phenomenal.  I always wondered what the big deal was.  We’re all people.  I try to treat everyone the same.  I look at what’s in the eyes, not what’s on their resume.  Yes, she IS astounding.  Her health, both physical and mental health, IS astonishing.  But does she deserve to be treated or looked at THAT special?  As I have gotten to know her, little by little, I believe she does. 


This woman not only knows what she Wants, but knows what she Has.  She knows when to Go for it, but she also knows when to Stop.  There are times she is Closed-minded, but there are times when she is so very Open.


After 80 years of marriage, many kids, grandkids, and great grand children, this woman is still going and going.


She still dreams.  She still hopes.  And she certainly still loves.  


“Life ends when you stop dreaming.  Hope ends when you stop believing.  And love ends when you stop caring.”  


Dream.  Hope.  Love. 














It’s been exactly 2 weeks today since my (supposedly: food) allergies showed up.  I have tried just about all at-home anti-itch remedies.  Baking soda baths.  Oatmeal baths.  Turmeric and honey mask.  Witch hazel.  Apple cider vinegar.  Lemon — all over my hives.  Tea tree oil.  Hydrogen peroxide.  Olive oil.  Coconut oil.  Castor oil.  Lavender.  Frankincense.  Individually, and then all sorts of combinations.  

Of course I’ve also tried Aquaphor.  Aveeno skin relief.  Hydrocortisone cream.  Then there’s Claritin and Benadryl.  

I most often iced.   

I also did the master cleanse (lemon, cayenne pepper, maple syrup).

Now I am finally on Prednisone, which I refused for awhile, because I read the side effects.  But I haven’t been able to sleep.  Haven’t been able to do much else but itch.  Instead of getting better every day, I had gotten worse.  When I didn’t think it could get any worse, it sure did just that.  

I’m afraid to think that it might be these new omega supplements that just came out.  Before that, I hadn’t been taking any supplements. 

I have become afraid to eat anything.  Afraid to put anything on my skin.  

My purpose in ranting about this is that I am still grateful.  I got to finally do the master cleanse again.  I had only been thinking about doing it again and again.  This situation FORCED me.  

I was forced to cut a lot of my sugar habits too.  

After some relief from the Prednisone, I realized that I hadn’t concerned myself of my “To do” list.  I had not been thinking of solving any other problem except for my health.  My mind had been one-pointed.  Much like meditation, except it was FAR from peaceful or bliss.  But one-pointed nonetheless.   

We take our health for granted.  We take much for granted.  Though we try not to, we still do.  

My situation is still a mystery, but I am grateful to have some relief and sleep.  That’s a whole LOT to be thankful for!

I hope you take the time to see the good in what seems to be not-so-good.  Today and Every day.




Today, I had a student voice out that he was feeling light headed after our sun salutations.  

“Do you know why you might be feeling light-headed?”  I asked.

“Because I smoke?”  

I thought that was funny.  But sure.  Maybe.

I offered other reasons: Maybe we’re going up and down too fast for him?  Maybe the head below the heart is too much?  Maybe his system is not used to all the deep breathing?  Taking in more oxygen than he’s used to.  Or breathing out carbon dioxide faster than the body produces it?

There are more reasons (and some more serious ones too for sure).  

But I have to ask: Can you imagine living your whole life without EVER taking a deep breath?  I wouldn't doubt that there are many out there.  I know of a student who confessed that she has NEVER taken a deep breath before taking a yoga class at 80 years old.

Imagine taking shallow breaths ALL YOUR LIFE.  Breathing in for the count of 1 or 2.  Breathing out for the count of 2 or 3 your whole life!  

I’ve witnessed, yes, even yoga students, take very shallow breaths.  I’ve worked with helping them lengthen their breaths, for long periods of time.  Fifteen minutes.  Half an hour.  Week after week.  

It’s tough to change our habits.  

Breath deeply.  And often.  Let your hardships, your pain (whether physical, mental, or spiritual), remind you to take deep breaths. 

I have a friend who gets reminded to take deep breaths every time he washes his hands.

Find a reason.  Find the time.  

Pay attention to your breath.  Thank your breath for all its gifts.

“Prana” translates to “life force” or “life-giving force”.  “Vital energy”.  Prana is our breath.  Our life force.  Our vital energy.  We wouldn’t be here without our breath.




“I had no mind to come here tonight.  But I was driven by the silken hands of my heart.” - Darshan Singh

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