Two years ago, here I was at Gasworks Park, early in the fulminant third trimester. So happy! I’m still so happy. Happy Mama! And now Lake too can join in the joy. He’s often saying over and over to himself while playing: “Happy Baby.” When we ask him if he’s happy, he’ll respond with gusto “Happy Baby!”
I started an eight month yoga teacher training in November and it’s already halfway through. It was one of those things on my Bucket List, but not for long. As soon as I wrote “become a yoga teacher,” I was immediately motivated to manifest the realization. After soliciting recommendations from the Sutra Yoga community I researched and reached out to a few talented teachers. After interviewing and investigation, I knew right away that Tami Hafzalla and Jodi Boone (Synergy Yoga School) was the right fit for me. It has been truly amazing and incredibly enriching to have the opportunity to study, train and practice with the current group of twenty mature, wise and accomplished women. It’s a treat to enjoy biweekly/monthly weekend intensives all together. In between meetings I spend my evenings and any available time reading the Yoga Sutras, The Bagavad Gita and contemporary yoga literature as well as writing reflection papers.
Part of the training program is to observe and assist our yoga teachers conducting classes. After twenty years of practicing yoga, either on my own or in a class setting, it’s such a different experience to be walking around amongst the group, assisting the teacher to instruct the students. The difference between seeing patients and being the patient. Just because you’re both in the same room sharing the same conversation does not mean the experience is similar, or that one prepares you for the other. Perspective and role informs the situation and as a yoga teacher assistant I begin to think about the construction of the class and offering guidance in yoga philosophy and technique.
My biggest role as a yoga teacher assistant so far is to offer hands-on adjustments to the students. To gently and wisely influence and augment the students’ practices in a non-verbal way. Also, this weekend Steve/Sheev Davis (Samadhi Yoga Center), guest instructor, gave us a tutorial on teaching for beginners. These skills are all gradually building my own inner yoga teacher and my beautiful family receives the first pass.
They been phenomenal throughout. I couldn’t pursue this path without their support. Husband and mother-in-law taking turns spending days, afternoons and evenings with Lake while I’m away. Everyone benefits from the arrangement really, and I’m filled with extreme gratitude.
The expression “In like a lion, out like a lamb; In like a lamb, out like a lion,” came to mind this morning. March 1st heralded a benevolence of warm Spring air belying the snow of last week and potentially stormy weather ahead. When we were in Quinault on Presidents’ Day, we had to visit the July Creek Picnic Area, site of a rather notable recent extreme weather event: The blowdown of January 27, 2018. At approximately 1:26am a very strong northerly wind estimated around 60 mph created by a “high amplitude mountain wave on the upstream ridge (lee)” which then evolved into a rotor circulation, hit the isolated area around July Creek (from the North) with such focus and velocity as to fell numerous grandfather trees. The cliffmass.blogspot.com (excerpts below) describes the interesting phenomenon with Sherlock Holmes-like character if you wish to read more. We stood in awe.
Lake is truly blessed to have such an intrepid explorer for a Nana. We named Nana’s dharma: adventurer. She told us her high school friend likes to remind her she was voted: “Most Likely to Walk on the Moon,” for her graduating class of 1965 from Lewis and Clark High School in Spokane. Four years later the very first astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin did set foot and walked on the moon.
In the nearly fifty years since then a total of 10 more have gained the honor. None from Lewis and Clark High School, though. So she still might nab that distinction. In the meantime, she’s no stranger to extreme geographic locales! Lake adores his Nana!
Shown here in her element: Mt. Ryan, CA
Mostly Lake is growing up in the city, an urban kid. It’s the same Pacific Northwest region as where I grew up, but so different… One might say the Quinault Rainforest of Olympic National Park is a world away. I try to provide Lake with a daily “nature bath” but it’s not the same as experiencing immersion into the deep coastal rainforest or the wild Pacific Ocean beaches. I want him to have a taste of the freedom of skipping rocks on Lake Quinault, feel the fresh salty air, and eat the raw oysters from Brady’s. We did and he soaked it all up! I’m not sure who enjoyed it more, though, him or me! I was pretty happy to be in my homelands!
Friday night was parent date night out in the neighborhood with our plus one, our tag along. It was super cold so we chose to not walk too far down the Ave and to stay close to home for our dining choice. Xi’an Noodles is one of our favorites not only due to the generous spirit of chef/owner Lily Wu but also due to the supreme deliciousness of her fare.
When the food arrived we had the task of explaining to Lake why he had only plain tofu and an apple while we feasted on spicy hand ripped noodles and spicy garlicky broccoli. Michael made up a funny fable for Lake. Lake seemed to accept being resigned to his fate of no garlic or chilies until he is out of diapers.
Thus, he quickly moved on to the entertainment portion of the dinner. Whereby he repeatedly “stabbed” Michael with a chopstick between his torso and his upper arm like a samurai or fencer. It was found by all, but Lake especially, to be an immense delight!
Lily was sad to miss us and posted on Chinese FB about her great affection for Lake.
Lake 上次捧着🤲我的脸给了我深情一吻，我就爱❤️上他了，今天LaKe爸爸妈妈带他过来我没赶上，我想说，小男人，我想你了！
Luckily Michael suffered not a scratch and took part in the merriment willingly. We surrender to the adventure and surface the richer for it. A perfect date, I’m glad I spent it with you!
It’s an incredible feeling to have Lake holding my hand. He lifts his hand up and waits for you to curl your fingers inside his. So heartwarmingly sweet. I can’t vouch for the whole day, but holding hands with Lake this morning as we walked around the neighborhood in the snow… those were perfect moments. The imprint of his hand and that feeling stayed with me and carried me through the rest of my day at work. Lake, Michael, I’m glad I spent the morning with you.
Lake loves his Grandpa. I think the feeling is mutual. It turns out his name for him is Baba, like Papa, but Baba!: loud and clear. We visited Nana and Baba last year for Presidents’ Day weekend (see Good Old Days) and here we were again… Lake’s favorite place to be! And in between adventures Lake’s favorite spot was in Baba’s lap by the fire reading books.
Lake made a crew of furry new friends during our weekend stay. There were two sheep, a rabbit and an owl: “Ba, Ba, Hop and Howl” They were usually close at hand.
Without a doubt his favorite friend is Baba, though. They are quite a perfect pair. A perfect day, a perfect weekend… we’re so glad we were able to spend it with you!
We’ve experienced all kinds of weather this week. Snow flurries, bitter cold, wind storms, sunshine, rain and hail! For our Presidents’ Day weekend we were visiting Nana and Papa in Grays Harbor, and repeatedly on Saturday the rain was seen driving in front of their picture window at a 45 degree angle. Even so, it didn’t stop us from getting outside and exploring nature full on. In fact, it heightened our adventures at the Ocean, Lake and rainforest. I think Lake may have loved the hail at the Ocean most of all!
The First Thursday of each month brings free entrance to many of the city’s treasures. Art treasures! Seattle Art Museum, Museum of History and Industry, Burke Museum, Henry Art Gallery, Bellevue Art Museum and the Volunteer Park Conservatory are notable highlights. There’s also the Pioneer Square Art Walk on the First Thursdays of the month, which is something to think about as the evenings get brighter, warmer and longer. That claims the honor of being first of its kind in the United States.
We like to take advantage of these opportunities to share art with Lake. He usually has a great time. This month for February First Thursday, Lake and his girlfriends met up at the Seattle Art Museum downtown. Here they’re shown discussing the giant mouse “Mann und Maus” by Katharina Fritch. What explorations will the March 1st First Thursday bring us? What kind of cultural perk will make the perfect day?
A Perfect Day . . . 