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I have a bunch of things to write, take care of, do, tie up, finish, etc. but I’m heading for my mat. I’m making the choice to practice instead. I don’t really feel like practicing. I feel like continuing to forge down the never-ending and seductive path of “TO DO”–continuing to knock one thing after another off the list.
Writing and the energy I put into Prana Power Yoga is addictive in that way for me—in a good way. I love to write and I love to spread the light of Prana Power Yoga, and so anything that lives in those domains feel good and I find myself lost in the task or writing at hand, time flowing by effortlessly and quickly. Someone once said “when what you’re doing feels like playing, you’ve found dharma/your life’s work.”
But years ago I learned about discipline and now is when it comes in handy. At age 12 my family and I drove from my hometown in Lake Bluff, Illinois to Calabasas, California, where we would reside for a decade. But I didn’t unpack for long—a few months later I boarded a plane for Sarasota Florida to live with Nick Bolletieri, tennis coach extraordinaire, to train to turn pro.
Nick had asked my brother and me to live with him in Florida to train to go Pro when he saw us play tennis at his Summer Camp in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin. I accepted with gratitude, as did my brother–four years my senior. But once I had gotten to Florida and settled in to Nick’s home on Longboat Key, my parents informed me that my brother would not be coming after all—I was there solo.
I rolled with it and began an interesting and intense journey of challenge, growth, and discipline.
Each day played out like this: wake up, make your own breakfast, drive to school, study from 8-12, drive to the courts (eating your lunch on the way), practice from 1-5, calisthenics and running on the beach till 6, dinner, homework, make your lunch for the next day, do your chores (we cleaned Nick’s shower with a toothbrush and did his laundry), and go to bed. Next day: do it all over again. Weekends? Tournaments. No TV. No Radio. No junk food. No mall. No movies. No phone calls to friends. No social life.
We ate, drank, and lived tennis 24-7, 7 days a week.
To be honest, I kinda liked it. There was intensity and joy in giving myself wholeheartedly to something, and I connected with that.
But what was missing was balance.
And even at that young age, I sensed this. I told myself that I would commit to living at Nick’s for one full school year, and then return home to find more balance in my life.
Nick had a 30th reunion party in October and I was excited to go since I have both fond memories of those times and much gratitude for the discipline and other life lessons I learned while under Nick’s tutelage.
Because discipline was ingrained in me at such a young age, I am able to practice yoga every single day—even on the days I give birth to my children—and therefore, feel so much better and have good energy all day long. A regular yoga practice delivers these gifts. And so ironically, the discipline that I learned at Nick’s in a an un-balanced atmosphere has enabled me to maintain balance in my life daily now—because of my yoga practice.
Other things that are non-negotiable for me and for which I use discipline: time with my children; drinking green juice; meditating; eating high vibration, raw, vegan food; and sleeping. Well, sometimes the sleep falls by the wayside (when my toddler is teething or we’re doing a big event for Prana, etc.) but for the most part, I’m on it.
Now don’t go thinking “Well I didn’t go to Nick Bolletieri’s when I was young and learn how to be disciplined, and so forget it.” All it is, is practice. I was fortunate enough to practice it—a lot—at an early age. But if you haven’t found discipline in your life yet, no worries!! Begin now. It is never too late to begin—again. Practice, practice, practice and it’ll be yours. As will balance, joy, and inner peace.
But be mindful as to how this newly-found or rediscovered discipline plays out in your life. As someone (anonymous) once said: “By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be boss and work 12 hours a day.”
And as David Campbell said: “Discipline is remembering what you want.”
Now off to my mat, because there has never once been a time when I didn’t feel better after my practice. So having the discipline to get on the mat when my mind wants otherwise is always the right thing to do for me—things will flow better, easier, and more joyfully all day and night long.
Have you practiced today?

“Sometimes the most urgent and vital thing you can possibly do is take a complete rest.”
 

Ashleigh Brilliant

“The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.”
 

Sidney J. Harris

“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help”
 

Mary Starton

“Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are.”
 

Chinese Proverb

. “Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.”

 

Ovid



“Slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you.”
 

William S. Burroughs

“Slow down you’re doing fine


You can’t be everything you want to be


Before your time.”

 

Billy Joel


I have a new and very wise teacher.  His/her name is Dakota Summer Wells.  He/she is 8 weeks old and growing in my belly.  And that tiny little being—the size of a grape—has changed my life more in the last week than I can even describe.

Mostly, Dakota has taught me to SLOW DOWN.  This baby gave me no choice—strong spirit that she/he is. 

I began vomiting 11x/day, feeling chilled, exhausted, weak, and constant nausea…and I surrendered, subbed out my classes for a few weeks, and hit the couch. 

No food looks, sounds, smells, or tastes edible, let alone good.  I smiled when my dear friend who, when asked for any suggestions on how to alleviate my symptoms (I am very open and will try anything), said, “I never really had that….maybe eat what sounds good?”

LOL. 

She clearly never “really” had this because NOTHING SOUNDS GOOD. 

Yet you are so hungry.  Your stomach growls and you stand in front of the fridge, tears streaming down your face (this really happens–I’m not being dramatic), wishing something—anything looked somewhat appealing/not totally repulsive.

My food aversions are so strong that I have made an official pink house rule:  “No cooking anything until Mommy feels better.  If you want to cook something, go to our neighbor’s!”

And this Super-mom ain’t jokin’.  One night my kids made wheat-free, vegan brownies at a sleepover at the Pink House and I woke up several times in the night to the lingering smell, and had to run for the bathroom. 

It’s amazing how in a moment your perspective can change.  I saw our next-door-neighbors walking down our shared driveway today, coming back from an outing—maybe the park (I thought to myself)—and I yearned for “the days” (a week ago) when I could run around the park with my kids—before I was so exhausted and nauseous that I can barely make it from my couch to the bathroom.

I am still practicing, though, because I know how super-important it is for me to move energy and keep my Prana flowing.  I force myself onto my mat and take my time.  My practice looks very, very different than it did even a week ago, and I have a newfound compassion and appreciation for new students who have yet to garner strength in their practice.

My kids are actually pretty psyched that Mommy is hanging out on the couch in the playroom watching them play all day. What Super-mom of three sits (ok, lies) on the couch watching her kids’ every move?  A super-mom of one, perhaps, but three?  No way.  We’ve had a lot of time to play hair salon—one of Phoenix and Sagey’s favorite games–which is helpful because as the kids brush my hair, it kind of distracts me from the discomfort.

I am so, so grateful to be pregnant with my fourth child and so, so grateful to be able to watch my other three run about—a reminder of why I’m going through all these very difficult symptoms. 

With my first, Madison, it was more challenging because I didn’t have a child in front of me to remind me IT’S ALL WORTH IT.  I used to look at a baby gift that I received quite early in my pregnancy, a white lacey onesie, and say “THIS is why I feel this way.”  But a onesie isn’t as powerful as three beautiful, healthy, happy kids.

So I remind myself that this too shall pass, and as another one of my dear and wise friends texted me this AM (she has four kids herself):  “Hang in there and remember, before you know it, this will be a distant memory.” 

“There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.”
 

Friedrich Schiller

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Super-Mom Julia Badgley

My name’s Julia and I met Taylor a couple weeks ago when she bought a cupcake card through my etsy site, http://www.etsy.com/shop/CardsbyJeweleighaB . It’s pink and sparkly and at her request reads, “Have the best day ever!” As you all know, she’s chatty and friendly and I was intrigued to read her blog and marvel about how she keeps everything together with five kids and her career. Then SHE asked ME to be Supermom of the month. I’m a pretty good mom, but I think like most mothers, I struggle with guilt. Am I doing enough housework? (This is an area where I don’t want to overdo it!) Am I spending too much time crafting? (I justify it by saying that it’s for my sanity.) Are my boys getting enough quality time? I have to remind myself that the kids are happy and affectionate, as well as fairly clean (haha!) so I must be doing okay.

My two little boys are two and a half, and 11 months old. My husband and I were so enraptured by our easy-going firstborn, that we decided to have another one soon after, and it turns out that now he’s the easy baby while our two year old is a very busy boy; this has consequently turned me into a very busy mama who is outnumbered 3 to 1 in terms of gender. In a house of boys, it’s nice to be appreciated for my non-boyish qualities. The other day, Zach was admiring my skirt and said I was a ‘laly’ (lady). I felt pleased to be recognized as such, until he told me that was ‘funny’. That brought me down a notch or two. But really, trying to get used to a house of boys is something else. They roughhouse, throw balls at the wall, and seem to revel in inappropriate noises. And I need to get used to it because they are not me. Right?

As a mom I’ve really been trying to focus on enjoying the moments with my boys. It’s easy to get caught up in what needs to be done around the house, or the craft I want to do next, but I’ve been trying to stay present and enjoy the simple things- Zach taking my hand as we walk through the mall, Patrick’s big grin and love of music, Zach asking to read his Jesus book, and their dependence on me. These are the things that matter in the long run.