Ridiculous Girl

Continued from last entry…… There was no way I could meditate like this? This woman was driving me absolutely crazy. Here I was hoping for a quiet and serene morning to escape the “noise” of my everyday life, but this woman’s shuffling, rifling and incessant whimpering was creating the most annoying experience  ever  for me! I was so frustrated.   Actually, I don’t think that I was the only one who was annoyed.  I felt like there were a few people in the room who were having a hard time staying focused with all of this background movement. And I bet Sunim could feel everyone’s negative energies as well because……well….. because he’s Hae Kwang Sunim!  And  I had  no doubt  that  he c ould  feel  even  the slightest   of  energy shift s .  I think I was right because Sunim suddenly announced   to the group ,  “Let us now quiet our minds, turn our thoughts inward...

I am a firm believer in the power of yoga.   Being able to quiet my mind in a chaotic and busy world of work, children and just everyday life is an absolute necessity in maintaining my peace of mind and sense of self.  So you can imagine that I jumped at the chance at taking my “mind-quieting” to a whole other level when my sister invited me to join her for my very first meditation class. I was over the moon!  The sacred and energetic full moon that is…… -------------------------------------------------- On the day of my mindfulness journey, I met my sister at the studio, excited and ready to partake in absolute nothingness. As we entered the meditation room, my sister stepped away to chat with some of her friends.  So I took that time to set up our mats and peruse the space..  It was small, warm and dim-lit.  VERY cozy.  Perfect for a morning of deep relaxation :)  Once lined up in the room, everyones' yoga...

It is said that 50 is the new 40 and 40 is the new 30. It is also said that once you hit 40,  everything goes downhill.... like your looks and your health. So who am I to believe? Well, if you know anything about this Ridiculous Girl, then you know that I live in a world where I don’t age, I don’t wrinkle and I only get more youthful and beautiful with time :)  So, in essence, I live in a state of complete and utter delusion.  That all being said, I am obviously a firm believer in statement number 1.  That 40 is the new 30.    Possibly even younger.  25 even. But you can imagine what a huge shock it was to me when I actually did notice some, albeit minute, signs of aging.  The odd wrinkle here and there, the cricking and cracking of my joints, and last but not least, my eyesight.  Or rather, the lack of it. That one I didn’t see right away, pun intended.  In fact, it was a coworke...

Sunday night, as I’m sure most of you know, was the 52 nd  Superbowl Championship.  Wait…….I wrote 52 nd  wrong.  Let me correct that for you:  The “LII” Superbowl Championship.    ( So dumb. Who uses Roman numerals anymore?? ) Anyway, as I’ve written before in a past blog (which no doubt you’ve read), I am not a die-hard football fan.  But when it comes to the Superbowl, I never miss a single game.  And no, it’s not just the Superbowl parties that have me hooked….. even though they really are truly delightful with their traditional foods in football-shaped buns.  But no, it’s really not about the delicious foods.  Or even the good company.  It’s about the energy and the excitement of the match.  It draws you in.  It’s palpable. For the last 2 hours of the epic game, I sat on the edge of my seat watching as the Patriots and the Eagles battled it out for the title of the cha...