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Pulling Back the Bowstring

Is it that mercury is in retrograde?  Maybe that’s why I feel paralyzed by memories lately.  Or maybe it’s that I’m nearing the twentieth anniversary of my high school graduation.  I have images burned in the recesses of my mind and these days they are drifting to my conscious thoughts as I build a train track with my son or sit and crochet his trail blanket.  I believe that they are photos from my high school year book and yet I haven’t seen that thing in years.  It’s somewhere in my mother’s Michigan basement.  Recently, when I realized that I was remembering a particular image, it slowly dawned on me that I had no idea where it came from, I thought to look through my photo albums and track it down, but had no luck.  It must be in that yearbook…  As far as I know, my graduating class was the first to receive an email account when we entered university in the fall of 1994.  Which is to say that my memories exist in a book and in my mind, and cannot be tracked down on the internet.  That’s sort of strange to me, that the thing that I use daily to find information of all kinds yields no access to my personal history.  The only way to my past is through personal contact.

And I sort of like that idea.  I like to think about the people that I remember from high school.  I like to hope that they are doing well.  I like to remember them with fondness for perhaps no other reason than they were my companions during a particular period in my life, albeit not one that I would like to revisit or enjoyed all too much.  I pretty much endured high school.  I could see that it was something of a stepping stone and I made the most of it.  And those people that I knew then, they kept me company.  They made me curious.  They entertained me.  And so I think that it would be nice to see them.  For some strange reason, I think that it would be nice to see them.  Because I’m pretty sure that it will mostly be awkward, I mean the truth is that there’s probably a good reason that we haven’t kept in touch.  And yet, I’m still curious.  I’d still like a little entertainment.  And I have all these feelings of fondness toward the folks that I went to high school with.  A few individuals sure, but the whole lot of my graduating class really.  I’d like to give them a hug and say, keep up the good work, whatever it may be.

I’d also like to offer a friendly piece of advice to the current high schoolers out there who are electing their class officials:  elect the ones that are good at planning a party.  Yes, I know that this is nearly impossible to predict twenty years into the future, but I gotta say that it sure would be fun if it worked out that way.  Is there some sort of inverse relationship between the chances of being an elected class official and the chances of having it together enough as a twenty year high school grad to be able to put together a reunion?  I’m sorry, I know that sounds a bit insulting, but frankly our class officers are surprisingly lame in this department and I find it something of a disappointment.  The sad fact is that there may very well not be a reunion for me to attend and that bums me out.

All these sentimental feelings that I’m having are giving me the notion that I ought to attempt to throw the ten-percent-of-us-that-would-actually-attend a party and yet that seems rather far fetched for a lot of reasons.  But there’s one that looms big in my mind – strangely it’s not the part about it being a whole lot of time consuming work – and that is that the people that I think about the most probably wouldn’t come.  Isn’t that always the way?  Especially with high school.  We were essentially a bunch of strangers who happened to be the same age and more often than not the ones that we found interesting didn’t reciprocate.  A whole bunch of flying arrows missing targets.  But one never knows, maybe that bowstring will grow tense enough to propel that sort of grandiose idea into flight and actually hit something.  Or maybe I’ll just write a few letters and invite a few folks out to California.  The sunshine sure feels nice in February.

Anyway, Mercury will soon be right.  And I hope that my head will follow.  It’s a strange kind of thing thinking vaguely about people that I barely knew twenty years ago over and over again.  A strange thing indeed.

Talking About Healthy Habits: The New Plan

In other news, I'm getting my haircut after several months of growth.  I just had to mark this occasion somehow since it's really quite a big deal to me.

In other news, I’m getting my haircut after several months of uninterrupted growth. I just had to document how long my hair got because it may never be this long again.  Even though I could only stand if for a few months, I coveted long hair for years.  The next time I fantasize about long lustrous locks I can remind myself, been there…done that…and really didn’t like it.

Aside from my ongoing Pilates Body Boost project, I’ve got some other things going on in my personal care practice these days.  My chiropractor is on maternity leave and I decided to take a break from chiropractic care and delve into some other modalities that I’ve been wanting to explore.  I’m currently taking lessons in The Alexander Technique and Holistic Biomechanics as well as reading about Body Mind Centering and the MELT method.  Yesterday, after a confusing conversation with a client, I read Sue Hitzmann’s description of building a body sense, and something in my mind clicked into place.  I realized that I have a consistent tendency to go toward greater physical and emotional awareness and engagement.  For me, taking a break from chiropractic treatments means that I’m actually going to care for my body in a more involved and proactive way.  Instead of having weekly appointments, I’ve got to have many “mini” appointments every day. If I’m going to keep myself clear of the debilitating muscle spasms that have been a matter of course for me for over two decades, I know that I’m going to have to keep careful tabs on what is happening in my body so that tensions (hopefully) don’t reach an emergency state.  While I dearly miss my chiropractor, I was eager for the opportunity to engage with my body’s self-healing operations in new ways.

The enthusiasm that I have for learning new things about my body and how to care for myself has evolved over my life.  It started as an interest when I was a kid and slowly developed into a passion which morphed into a habit.  These days it is just what I do and who I am.  I’ve gotten used to the idea that there is always going to be something new that captures my interest with respect to wellness and body care.  The longer I pursue my interests, the more immeshed I become in the particular mindset that accompanies them.  Likewise, the more confused I am when I interface with folks who don’t share my basic mindset with respect to care and maintenance of their bodies.  There are many things that I don’t get:  the thing that keeps clients who actually like the work from coming back, from prioritizing a commitment to their health over other ways to spend time and money that seem far more superfluous, from falling in love with Pilates because of all the amazing that it is, from just doing a little something everyday to take care of themselves, from being eager to learn more, the list goes on….  And yes, it is probably different for different people, which makes it all the more challenging to know just how to interact with each and every person with respect to these things that are no-brainers for me.

There is a wider social trend that I believe plays into this general tendency for folks to tune out rather than tune in when it comes to physical matters.  Collectively, we are generally ignoring our bodies.  I realize that this statement may seem a bit inflammatory, and it does come from the perspective of somebody who has spent decades paying attention, so as I already pointed out – I have a particular perspective based on my personal story.  While I do think that we are trending toward more engagement with the wholeness of our human experience, it is not the generally accepted course of behavior.  Being consistently attentive to one’s body is the exception rather than the rule.

I’m feeling the need to remember that when I interact with folks around topics of body awareness and self-care.  My way of life is fulfilling for me, but that is a private matter.  It is easiest to keep certain things to ourselves, and allow others to keep their own private arenas as well.  Perhaps if I bear this in mind, I will be less confused when my expectations don’t match up with how others interface with their own self-care.  Perhaps if I simply ask more questions and attempt to learn a little bit more about others’ relationships to their bodies, I’ll gain even more understanding into the broad diversity of experiences encompassed by the citizenry of humanity.  Yep, that sounds like a good plan.  I will report back with any new findings.

More Holistic Dental Hygiene Tips

My Dental ArsenalMy Dental Arsenal

I gave Rupam’s booth a quick visit on Saturday and came home with some new material to work on.

On the first matter, Rupam simply gave me a thumbs up.  A week or so ago, I’d noticed that our boy’s teeth were looking rather yellow.  I must confess that I often question just how well we’re doing with his dental hygiene – does anybody else struggle with brushing a two and a half year old’s teeth ?!  But the yellowish color was a new development.  I decided to use baking soda.  He tolerated it like a champ and sure enough, his teeth were back to gleaming white.  I’m pretty sure that I’ve made the point before, that Rupam’s tooth soap doesn’t have anything abrasive in it.  This is much better for our dental health on a daily basis but it means that we need to give our teeth a good scrub periodically – if we want them to be nice and white.  I’ve been keeping up with my activated charcoal and now I’ve added in a little baking soda here and there.  But tending to the same needs in my toddler’s mouth was a new thing.  I feel like I might just be getting the hang of this.  My kid on the other hand still hasn’t figured out how to avoid swallowing his tooth soap.  But given it’s all natural ingredients, I don’t worry about that too much.

On the second matter, Rupam gave me yet another tooth brushing tip.  I must confess that I’m beginning to love showing her my teeth because she always has something worthwhile to say and as a result I’m becoming quite the tooth brushing fanatic.  On Saturday, she observed that I haven’t been doing a thorough enough job at my gum line.  Her expert eyes (she’s looked at thousands of mouths over the years) detected a sort of cottage cheesy line of gunk along the tops and bottoms of my teeth and some inflammation on the neighboring gums – ick!  This made sense to me because I worry about being too rough on my gums and having them recede, although I’ve come to understand that perhaps the receding has more to do with the fact that I clench my jaw while I sleep.  Anyway, Rupam recommended a soft and steady scrubbing all along the gum line each brushing, with a soft bristle tooth brush.  I’m also doing a better job of flossing everyday which I sometimes get slack with (for shame).  And, of course, I’m feeling cleaner and happier to smile having implemented these new tips.

Several years ago now, I gave my approach to personal care some lengthy consideration and realized that I was slowly transitioning to a preventative model of care.  To me this involves a consistent routine of engaging with my body:  I keep tabs on what is happening and I respond with some sort of action.  My current lessons in natural dental hygiene are one example of this.  I love that there is always another detail to address, another improvement to be made.  But the only way that I become aware of these incremental improvements to make is by visiting Rupam and having her look at my teeth.  Once again, I’m feeling very grateful to know her!

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.
-Dr. Martin Luther King

I learned something interesting about St. Valentine’s Day yesterday.  That like so many Christian based celebrations, it began as a pagan one.  And moreover, that the underlying idea of the original Lupercalia was to clear out and make way for the new.  I find this interesting because I’ve noticed how love tends to do this.  I probably originally got the idea from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., but now that it’s really taken root in my mind I am frequently seeing examples of how love paves the way for new possibilities.

This all seems apropos because of my newest project to get underway:  Pilates Love Stories.  Click on over to the new space and learn more about my idea.  Perhaps I’m a bit of a Pollyanna, but I’ve come to see the internet as a place where some of our best stuff shines through.  I’m hoping that over time this little idea of mine will blossom into something like a cyber-love-force that bolsters up a truly amazing system of exercise while at the same time eclipsing some of the dark forces that beckon us Pilates enthusiasts.

Why I Love my Skin Care Products

Here it is…the last resolution post of 2014.  Whew, what a relief!  Tomorrow marks something of a new beginning here and I certainly am glad to be starting with a sense of resolve – at least in one little corner of my life.  Other corners are teeming with the debris of homemade valentines, I’m still not sure what I was thinking…..

delicious and nutritious facial

delicious and nutritious facial – really!

Okay, it bears repeating that I’m a cream junkie.  With my dry sensitive skin, there’s no other way.  Lucky for me, my obsession has led me to learn a lot and today I’m sharing what I know.  This is a follow up post to Why I Love a Good Facial.

I fell in love with Elina’s products in a short amount of time.  Given that Shelley and I were small business buddies, I would often pop into her space and I always would stand and gaze longingly at the display of products.  It wasn’t long before I was exclusively using Elina’s products and loving them all the more.  I haven’t strayed since.  Since I haven’t had a facial nearly three years, Elina’s products have really had a chance to prove their efficacy.  But first a little back story.  As a teenager who avoided the sun, I was mercilessly teased for never sporting a tan.  These episodes didn’t bother me much, for I had plans to have a beautiful complexion far into adulthood – perhaps the teasing fortified my determination.  Now that I’m in my late thirties, I feel satisfied with my action plan and thankful that I found the support of Shelley and Elina.

Over the years I got to know Elina and learn more and more about her products.  Given that her business is based in my home state, I’ve enjoyed many a treatment there.  I even attended one conference before my ability to travel became more limited.  The more I learn, the more I love what Elina offers.  And the more convinced I am that she has created a line of products that stands shoulders above all the rest.  As far as I can tell, there are three characteristics that set Elina’s line apart from the rest:  they are 100% high quality ingredients, organic or wildcrafted in all cases which change seasonally so that the body is always stimulated; they are 100% transdermal which means that instead of all that goodness resting on top of your skin it sinks right in where it will be best utilized;  and they have the added beneficial bonus of being bioenergized.

While I certainly believe that each of those three characteristics are essential for the high quality products that Elina makes, I have come to think that the transdermal quality is the most important.  Here’s the thing:  wax, a very common ingredient in skin care products (check your labels and recipes), is not good for our skin.  Like everything else in our bodies, our skin is designed to be constantly changing.  This change happens from layer to layer as materials pass through the layers of our skin.  When we put wax on our skin it feels good and smooth from the outside, but it severely inhibits that flow which is the basic function of our skin.  It may be obvious, but I’ll say it anyway, it doesn’t make good sense to inhibit the basic function of any part of our body.  And since our skin is our biggest organ and we spend most of our time fully clothed (unlike Joe Pilates), it makes even less sense.  If the products one uses have toxic ingredients this is a good thing because the wax is limiting your exposure to those ingredients.  But if you’re using products with high quality ingredients and wax, then you’re creating a case of double deprivation with each and every application.

Here’s something that happens when folks begin using Elina’s products, their skin feels different.  Often, dry.  This is because their skin is incredibly thirsty for real nourishment since the wax that is in most creams has been keeping all the moisturizing goodness from soaking into the skin.  Once the skin actually gets the opportunity for nourishment and proper function, there is repair work to be done.  So it’s reasonable to expect something of a gradual result when beginning to use Elina’s products.  It’s also important to use the ones that match your body, that’s why Elina’s products are sold through licensed aestheticians.

The transdermal quality of Elina’s products means that all the power of the ingredients can be absorbed and utilized by our bodies.  This is no small statement.  I remember when Shelley made the transition to using Elina’s products in her treatments and sure enough, the results were immediately apparent.  While I am certainly of the camp that respects and honors the power of nature, I have learned that a certain base of knowledge is required to fully exploit what mother nature offers us.  I believe that this is what is meant by the notion of advancement.  It’s not just a matter of developing new things, it’s also a matter of developing a deep base of knowledge about what is already here and putting the two together.  To me, that is the most exciting kind of innovation.  I believe that Elina is one of the few people in our time who works with this idea in the arena of skincare.

I realize that there is a movement toward making skin care products at home.  While I love a DIY project as much as the next person, after years of blemished skin, I am wholly committed to using more sophisticated products.  Elina has specialized knowledge as a cosmetic chemist, aesthetician, and herbalist, far beyond what we common folk can apply to making our own products.  Her Russian heritage gives her access to ingredients from distant places and the knowledge that goes with how to best use those ingredients.  Elina is also an incredibly generous and positive person, and she consciously infuses each and every batch of her products with that positivity.  Somehow, I believe that I sensed that all way back when I first started using her products, but now I know so much more about the how and why of what I’m using on my body (this book provided supplemental information on the topic, both Shelley and Elina were interviewed by the author).  And that has given me a real sense of appreciation and respect for the products that nourish my skin every day.

Just like Shelley, Elina has shared some tips:

  • Your skin is your largest organ.  Use organic products on it that are good for your entire body.
  • Develop a regimen and make it a habit (see my post on Shelley for some tips on what this ideally includes).
  • Exfoliate! – make that a part of your regimen.
  • Another thing to add to your regimen:  treat yourself to a facial, at the least every change of the season.  (see my post on facials for some thoughts on why)

 

 

 

Why I Love a Good Facial

Ahhh...facial

Ahhh…facial

I’ve always been something of a health nut, perhaps that’s even more obvious these days what with all these resolution type posts showing up here.  Some examples from my youth: asking lots of questions during my check up visits to the doctor, looking up any symptoms I was experiencing in our copy of the merck manual, eating healthfully, getting enough sleep, exercising regularly, and generally taking care of myself have all been part of my MO since I can remember.  Since I got a serious sunburn as a kid, skin care has been a priority for me.  I was born with dry, sensitive, and fair skin so the importance of taking extra care has always been readily apparent.  Imagine my pleasure in learning just how much Joe Pilates was into the importance of healthy skin!  (So much so that I’m busy sewing my own clothes for exercise since I’ve found it increasingly difficult to find fashionable items in natural fibers that are reasonably priced and accessible given my lack of time for clothes shopping.)  Anybody who’s even glanced at the archival photos knows that Joe Pilates was into exposed skin, but his biographers uncovered more than a casual interest in nudist communities which I found interesting.  As an aside on that topic, anybody else out there found that once you’ve skinny dipped there’s no going back?  Yes, vacationing in Europe is a a bit more liberating, I think.  It would seem that for Joe, keeping the skin free of clothing was important.  He encouraged every client to scrub with a coarse brush and take a cold shower after their workouts, to exfoliate and then close the pores.  Interesting, eh?  Compare that to the contemporary practice of hermetically sealing ourselves in plastic exercise-wear that stays on from home to studio and back again, or sometimes all day – ick!  I’m compelled to point out that we may have lost a valuable element of the master’s approach to a healthy lifestyle.  Back to skin, skin was the point of all this.  In 2004, I had the good fortune to make friends with a lovely lady who shares my passion for health and our most superficial reflection of that good health:  beautiful skin.  Today, I introduce Shelley Brooks:

shelley brooks

I didn’t have acne until my mid-twenties.  It was then that I got an unsightly case of constantly occurring acne around my chin and jawbone.  For 2-3 years, I tried everything to no avail.  When I bought my Pilates studio, I noticed that there was also an aesthetician’s office in the same building.  I quickly introduced myself and my luck changed for the better.  Apart from ridding my face of blemishes, Shelley became a lifelong friend and a small- business-owning buddy.  For years, I saw her monthly for a facial, but pregnancy and being a mom have cleared my calendar of that monthly ritual.  I’ll be back eventually, but these days I’ve been keeping my skin (mostly) clear with the tricks and tools that Shelley and others taught me during my first bought with breakouts over a decade ago.

Shelley is passionate about helping folks who have struggled with skin problems and she is always learning new techniques and finding new materials to use.  In 2005 Shelley met Elina and that was a game changer for both of us.  After years of searching, Shelley had finally found a line of products that exploited the powers of nature without compromise.  For my part, I had found a constant source of practical information and the necessary  supplies for my own personal obsession of caring for my skin.  In short time everybody on Shelley’s client list had enjoyed dramatic improvements from using and being treated with Elina’s products.  Shelley’s facials and Elina’s products are a potent combo.

Having completed a class on the topic shortly before our meeting, Shelley was the one who pointed out to me that my breakouts were related to my hormone levels.  Within a year of meeting her, my wild and wacky hormone levels brought me to my acupuncturist.  (Years ago, my interest in TCM were ignited by my studies of t’ai chi chuan and I’ve been receiving support from that ancient tradition ever since).  The relevant point here is that these days I use what happens on my face as one indicator of what is going on with my hormones and it was Shelley who taught me how to apply that holistic approach to caring for my skin.  Shelley is the sort of person who looks at the whole picture which is a wonderful gift in a practitioner of any kind.  But in the highly superficial world of skin care, when so much focus is placed on what literally floats on the surface of our bodies, Shelley’s whole-body-whole-person approach is refreshingly profound.

After having sent many folks for treatments with Shelley, I’ve come to realize that not everybody is looking for her brand of profoundly transformative skin care treatments.  Some folks are just looking for some good smells and a relaxing massage.  Shelley offers that for sure, but the smells are never the same because our natural world and our natural bodies are never the same.  I personally love being enveloped by the scent of the soothing herbal tea that Shelley uses to clean the skin between the different treatment applications, but I don’t expect it to be the same.  Since the products that she uses always reflect the seasons it’s not realistic to anticipate the same scent every time you visit Shelley, but I always looked forward to a new stimulating experience.  If you are the type who likes the same thing every time, you’ll have to find something else about Shelley’s treatments to keep you coming.  I’m betting that the beautiful glow of your skin will be enough.

I’m compelled to point out that even if you are only able to receive a facial occasionally, it makes good sense to find a practitioner who has extensive training and who uses high-quality, natural ingredients.  An aesthetician can employ more potent methods with all sorts of cool tools, and their products often include more powerful ingredients than the ones that we use in home every day.  Also, there is a lot to be said for having the eye of an expert with all their high tech tools within reach.  They can see and do more than we can alone in our bathrooms.  And those are just a few reasons why a good corrective facial is more than just an indulgence.

If you don’t live in our neck of the woods, Shelley has shared a few tips for your home skin care regimen.
A good skincare regimen is based on good habits.  Here are the things to do every day:
Wash your face at night (morning too), but especially at night to give your skin a clean slate for its nighttime regeneration.
Wear a zinc-based sunscreen, because the sun shines everyday.
Apply eye cream from the outside of eye inward, avoid tugging or pulling around the eyes.
Eat a healthy diet, drink lots of water

Hydration is key to healthy skin, here are some tips for keeping your skin hydrated:
Don’t use soap to cleanse, use a facial cleanser. Soap will dry out your skin.
Always wear a daily moisturizer.

And Lastly…
Don’t pick at breakouts. It will cause the spreading of any infection under the skin, not to mention scarring.

PS, if you are local and reading this post inspires you to visit Shelley for the first time, let her know that and she’ll give you an introductory %20 discount off her services.

 

My Thoughts on Why Boys Should Pull Their Pants Up

WaddlingFromMarket

This post was intended to be the last of my resolutions posts, something of a collective resolution.  But then two more jumped into the hopper.  Click over for those in the coming days…

Given that I live in Oakland, I often see young men sporting pants around their thighs.  I recently had the uncommon experience of watching a Justin Bieber video and arrived very late to what has become common knowledge, that sagging has become quite the trend.  I realize that I’m not alone in my confusion of why boys would want to wear clothing in such a fashion as to render themselves unable to walk, much less take part in any productive activity.  When I sit in my car watching our society’s future shuffle to keep up with the snails crossing the street, I wonder what the impact of such a gait pattern must be on their hip joints…and their backs…and their legs.  This is what baffles me most about the current style, my profession seeps into every aspect of my life.

I was told that sagging had a practical beginning, in prison where inmates didn’t have belts to hold up their pants.  Whatever the origins of this captivating trend, these young men aren’t going anywhere fast.  Which reminds me of a point that I’m pretty sure Bill Bryson made in one of his books that I recently read, and that Ben Hewitt also made within the past few months:  that in our current societal arrangement teenagers have become our designated specialists in nothing.  Which begs the question, if you haven’t got anywhere to go, why not take your time getting nowhere?  I find it a pity, all the potential that’s going into holding up pants and possibly causing lifelong physical ailments, rather than doing meaningful work.

I believe that we who are concerned about this fairly extreme fashion statement are being caught in something of a trap.  We adults keep wringing our hands trying to convince these kids to pull their pants up, and they keep on doing what they do.  I think that the important point of consideration is what might actually be going on with these youth who are catching our attention.  I’d like to suggest that perhaps we shift our focus off the pants and back to the people wearing them as well as to ourselves.  I’m pretty sure that will give us a fresh perspective on what is happening with these kids and give them some relief in fending off commentary that is tangential to the substantive content of their lives.

I am entertaining the idea, in truth it is based on someone else’s idea that I thought was a good one, that if we all start focusing a little bit more on the content of our dreams and the contributions the we all can make to the greater whole, we’ll be thinking more about the work that needs doing rather than a fleeting fashion trend.  Maybe this annoying trend is offering us an opportunity to redirect our focus back onto each other rather than the clothes that we wear.  Or we could keep it simple and look at the situation from a purely mechanical perspective, it’s a pretty sure bet that once these kids of ours have some purposeful work to get done, their pants will rise.  Because it’s downright impossible to get anything done with your pants around your thighs.

Bitters Make It Better

a bottle of bitters

This is my second to last resolutions post for 2014.  I categorized it as such because I achieved some dramatic improvements in my day to day health with a twice daily cup of warm bitters.  

I’m finally writing this post!  You see it’s been on the docket since November, but things just kept happening.  In getting to know Rupam Henry, I’ve become increasingly curious about her offerings.  I’m like this with self-care stuff, I get to know a practitioner and I become completely enamored.  Everybody falls for something right?  I fall for skin care products, body techniques, and herbal tinctures.  Back in the fall, I hatched the idea to give all Rupam’s a try and write about my experiences.

I’ve already written about her amazing, yes I really do mean A-MA-ZING, breast oil and tooth soap and together we decided that her Swedish Bitters were the obvious next step.  Bitters is a mainstay of what she offers.  And because of the things that were happening with my body.  Namely that I was beginning to have some symptoms of hormonal funny-business.  The idea was to start with her smallest bottle and see what happened.  I started when I had my NYC-in-twenty-four-hours-cold and I was pleased at how the bitters helped me with my symptoms.  It’s always a comfort to be able to do something when I don’t feel well, and even more of a salve when that something really seems to do some good.  Specifically, my cough was soothed by compresses and taking the bitters internally, and I found that helped me to sleep better.  I was on my way.

Once I’d recovered from my cold, I was feeling quite enthusiastic about the bitters and quickly upped my dosage to the more standard level – Rupam had recommended that I begin with a small amount because I am still nursing and it’s really best to take powerful medicine slowly and respectfully.  Given what I know of my tendencies around hormonal imbalance, I knew that taking bitters had the potential to help because they address the liver and the digestion.  Rupam, of course, corroborated this notion.  So I made a point of paying particular attention to the indicators that I am most familiar with and the symptoms that had been flaring up.  Mostly, I was sick of the pimples that popped up around my chin with ovulation and menstruation.  And sure enough, those have subsided almost completely since I’ve been taking the bitters.  When I do still get a hormonally related break-out it is significantly smaller and repairs itself much quicker than the ones that’s I’d been having before.  I know that this may seem like a small thing, but it’s big for my morale.  I really don’t like having pimples.

Things were looking good for a couple weeks.  I was sleeping through the night rather than having to wake in the wee hours to use the bathroom.  I had more energy and generally more motivation in the face of the day to day challenges that are commonplace for the small-business-owning-hands-on-mama that I am.  I was more resilient.  I was even enjoying some free entertainment in the form of creative dreams.  And I was pleasantly surprised to not experience nearly as much intestinal wind as I’d had previously – this was one of those things that I only noticed once it was no longer happening.

Another improvement that bears note, although I must confess that I believe that Rupam’s breast oil is a major contributing factor to this change, is that I haven’t had a case of mastitis since the fall.  My daily application of Lady Nada’s breast oil, along with the meditation that Rupam taught me paired with the liver support that the bitters gives me internally seems to have cleared mastitis from my slate.  I’ve come to understand that with me the cause of mastitis was always some stagnation in my breast tissues, usually too much pressure had been applied for too long, and it seemed that as the flow was slowing to a stop I’d suffer from mastitis more frequently.  I am so relieved to be free of that worry!

And then.  I told Rupam about all the good things that I was noticing.  She nodded and asked if I was noticing any irritability.  Upon her mention, I realized that yes, in spite of all those wonderful things, I had been operating with a rather short fuse.  From there, things seemed to get worse.  My next period was a doozy:  a serious case of PMS followed by a heavy flow that demanded a lot of attention.  At this point I realized that I was in the midst of some sort of liver clean up process and I was determined not to stop.  Somewhere in there, my husband noticed the notes that I was keeping about all this on the refrigerator and he mentioned that perhaps a heads-up would have been helpful.  Duly noted – because boy was I irritable for a spell!  Really irritable.

I started drinking Rupam’s daily tea too since it purports to work well with the bitters.  I was enthusiastic about the tea because now I felt that I was addressing my organs more completely with my kidneys and bladder both of which have gone through challenges what with the level of stress that I tend to maintain in my life and childbearing.  After only a couple months of drinking the tea regularly, I’m noticing more hair growth which is a real comfort since I’ve been frustrated by my thin hair for many years (my acupuncturist told me long ago that my kidneys were the cause of my thinning hair).

While I was in the midst of the seriously irritable stage of this introductory process (I’m guessing that it lasted somewhere between 4 and 6 weeks), it was all that I could do to hold on to my hat – my days were something of a wild ride.  And so I wasn’t too inclined to write about it all.  Hindsight is really the best view for some experiences.  Then the holidays happened and boy was I surprised at how much work goes into planning for a thirty-second nocturnal visit from a certain immortal.  Then my husband and I got flattened by a virus that keep us down for weeks.  Then it was the new year and business picked up in my studio.  And now it’s February.  I still take my bitters twice a day.  All the benefits of the bitters are still present and the liver clean up project seems to be done with – thank heavens!

Throughout my years of learning to understand and care for my body, I’ve used herbs often and yet I’ve maintained something of a subconscious bias toward physical methods.  My recent experience with Rupam’s bitters has opened up a whole new world to me and I’m so very grateful for the support that they offer me.  Life certainly is better with Bitters!

A Fun Read for Pilates Enthusiasts

Laus Deo

Yes yes yes, I’m completely off track this year. At least as far as my blogging projects go (but I am managing to keep up with my workouts). Our boy spent 24 hours vomiting recently which was our first experience with that unfun-ness. But now he’s happily playing with his legos and trains and I’m sneaking a few minutes to share my latest read: The Lost Symbol.

With this share, comes a confession.  That I occasionally partake in reading books that do not demand too much intellect, that sweep me into a fantasy world for a couple of days.  I had been on a Bill Bryson marathon and when I read the last word of the last book that I had on hand; I was feeling desperate for something else immediately.  You know how that is when you have really been consumed with reading for so long and you don’t want it to end so you just keep going?  Well, the Dan Brown book was within reach on the shelf and I tucked right in.

If you know a little about my interests, it’s fairly obvious why I like Dan Brown’s books.  Especially when you take into account that I’m pretty easy to entertain with books, movies, and television shows.  I’m quite good at forgetting sense and just jumping into whatever world presents itself.  I tend to take these things all a little too seriously which leads me to ask my husband very concerned questions about the characters days later – because I’ve been giving the matter serious consideration – as if they are actually people we know.  And I’m quite gullible through it all, which often leaves anybody who is viewing along with me incredulous.  All these things make it easy for me to enjoy myself when I take the time to do so, and so it works for me.

Was it Andrea?  I think so…. Somewhere in cyberspace she mentioned something about how working with Joe and Clara Pilates was more of an exercise in self-realization than physical exercise.  I love those kinds of statements, they are guiding lights for me in my daily practice.  The more I think of them and aim my teaching toward facilitating others’ processes of realization rather than telling they what is right and wrong, the more I see the full magnitude of what Pilates offers.  This book touches upon such ideas and so I’m all jazzed on the magic that comes from simply applying focus to our personal development.

I’ve mentioned The Biography many times here, and I will continue to do so as it offers so many guiding lights for those of us working to honor and fully understand the work developed by Joe Pilates.  Today I’m thinking of how Joe chose to be a Mason.  Of how the philosophical underpinnings of his work reached far back in history.  And of how he chose to come to the United States of America to pursue the development of his exercise system.  Apart from the facts of what he did, we cannot know his reasoning.  But I still find it interesting to ponder these truths about Pilates as I read The Lost Symbol.  All that and the fact that the concluding ideas in the book are quite close to the philosophical underpinnings of Pilates add up to make this a fun read for Pilates enthusiasts who are in the mood for a page-turner that also happens to fuel their passion for living a more fulfilled life through a disciplined practice of Pilates.

I’d say that such a book is perfect for a vacation read.  Although in my case it was perfect for a sick day.  Either way, it’s good to have these reads at hands reach and I was happy that I did!

Thoughts on Being a Citizen of Humanity with Thanks to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Here we are again!  Another year has passed and the day to honor my first and enduring hero has arrived.  Is our little area unique in all the events dedicated to honoring Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.?  I hope not, but I must admit that it seems I hear more about this special day with each passing year.  For that I am grateful.  As my way of honoring Dr. King has primarily been a private affair for as many years as I can remember, and as I am seeing all sorts of banners and hearing of events happening I’m noticing the contrast.  That brought me back to the years of my youth, when our group of friends would head to northern Michigan for a weekend nothing more than some skiing thanks to the long holiday weekend.  So it would seem that I’ve made some improvement on my practice of paying respects as I’ve gotten older (it bears noting that the person who organized the trip every year was a long time employee of Detroit’s Department of Civil Rights so it could be said that she dedicated each of her working days to the betterment of society.)

I heard an enlightening interview on our favorite radio station back on Thursday January 16 with one of the artists behind one of the afore-mentioned events.  He talked about having seen Dr. King in person as a child and remembered how quiet and unassuming he was offstage, a stark contrast from his speaking persona.  Just another reminder of Susan Cain’s well-made point, and a reminder that it takes time and reflection to generate as much insight as Dr. King did in his too-short life.

I was in the usual balancing act of talking to my son while listening while driving and so I didn’t hear everything that was said, but I was lucky to tune back in to hear a basic rule of citizenship:  all you have to do in your lifetime is get us all one rung higher – that’s it.  That’s why I’m thinking about civil service today and feeling guilty for not being more “on show” with my service.  The truth is that thanks to Dr. King’s teachings I’ve always kept an eye on what positive contributions I make and while what I do is small scale stuff, it is always with a love for the whole of us.  In my years of contemplation on the topic, I have come to believe that there are as many ways to make a positive contribution as there are people on this planet, that we are designed to contribute to our collective advancement.  Some of us get the limelight and the accolades, some of us get the shame and the condemnation and most of us get something far more mundane, but in the final analysis we are each and every one of us important to the whole of us.  Dr. King taught us all that in his quiet and deliberate way.  And among a peaceful army, he fought to bring that truth into our conscious awareness.

In my nostalgia for the civil rights movement, something that I have only learned about since I was born in the mid-seventies, I think of the honor and pride with which the freedom fighters embraced their hard-won citizenship.  I may not have my facts straight here, I probably don’t, and for the purposes of what I’m writing it’s okay.  Since learning about the idea of citizenship classes, I’ve often wished that we as a whole would have learned more from that fabulous idea.  To be a citizen is to carry responsibility, always.  I tend to take the notion of citizenship beyond our invented social boundaries which is why I tend toward the term citizen of humanity (even if I did learn it by purchasing a pair of pricey jeans).

In my last post about Dr. King, I was thinking about personal responsibility and as my thoughts have turned toward social responsibility I cannot help but see how closely the two are related, how we cannot do one without the other.  I’ve heard many criticisms about the high levels of narcissism and self-interest in our contemporary US society, but I think that sometimes it can be difficult to discern between truly attending to oneself and to being purely self-interested.  I think that on a collective level we are rather confused about these things and the only way to really get clear is to pay more attention at the most personal level and to engage in heartfelt relationships.  As we open to ourselves and to being close to others we open up to our true place as a citizen of humanity.

Today and every day, here’s to finding and embracing our place in the collective whole, where all our goodness can fully express itself!