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To be NOTICEFULL

To be “noticefull” invites fluid definition. A child may be filled with the curiosity and wonder created by noticing. A friend may notice the good deed of another. A city dweller might be alert to the sound of footsteps approaching too quickly from behind, while a country resident might look more closely at a fragile blossom along a trail that only yesterday merely hinted of what might follow.  Noticing is rarely an empty pursuit and often fills one with reaction to that which was noticed, i.e., noticefull.

Years ago, each Saturday as I drove to the studio to teach a 7 a.m. Spinning™ class, I listened to the NPR broadcast, a Way with Words. The question was asked if a word is real? The response was clear: “But are they really words if they’re not in the dictionary? Yes, if it’s said or written and has a meaning, it’s a word.” Is noticefull in the dictionary? No, but my 3-year old son used it often and squeezed every drop of meaning out of the compound.

Surely it’s easier to pause when the view invites.

Taking time to pause, to observe, to see, hear, feel, taste or smell, to idle, to muse, may be a gift to retrieve from Covid 19, the grand Thief of life, time, resources and well-being. This thief is not done with us yet. Nor are we ready to surrender as we small individuals in the large mosaic of the 21st century strive to make sense of what has happened and hang on for what may lie ahead. Yes, there are those who want nothing more than to break free of worry and restrictions, kick up their heels, and try to forget it ever happened. But it did happen and it is happening. Should those of us who are fortunate to have escaped health and financial ruin be grateful? Of course. But perhaps not giddy. Maybe in our gratitude we might search for some snippets of goodness and positivity to carry forward with us. If not Covid, surely other challenges will face those of us lucky enough to live to see them and strong enough to challenge back.

You, my friend, do not need to read yet another blog post about Covid, about the universal need for vaccinations, or about lifting requirements and returning to life as the new usual. Nor do you need to read yet another attempt to help each and all deal with anxiety and mental health. All I can say is that if we thought stress was a buzzword before, well, now, in bold letters, it is a condition linked to a very long list of physical illnesses and a given contributing factor to an even longer list of mental and emotional vulnerabilities and resulting behaviors.

For most of my professional life as a personal trainer, I have worked with concepts beyond the building of physical fitness and enhancement of athletic performance. During recent years I have coached the importance of recovery, play and sleep as equally necessary and rewarding as setting and achieving goals. I also coach “noticefull.”

Clients, students and readers have observed my changing focus, clearly influenced by this past year-plus, in which I continue to encourage habits of regular exercise, good nutrition and numerous components of fitness, but do so within a broader and softer context. Certainly my over 500 hours of Yoga training influences me. The advantages of Zoom (and yes there are many) coupled with fewer daily driving hours, has permitted me time to study, research, listen and learn, all in support of my work. (I used to say there is a fine line between teaching and studying. I now say there is NO line between being a teacher and being a student!)

Now, as we (hopefully) exit the Covid phase, what do I believe, practice and teach?      First and foremost, I believe that each of us is precious and good, worthy                                         and unique unto ourselves. Be it good ole nature or nurture,                                                   we each have valid strengths and challenges,                                                                                 dreams and fears, passions and avoidances to be embraced.

In so many instances, it does not matter how we look or how we compare with another, but rather how we learn, grow and complete ourselves; and then how we are able to reach out to others to help them along their own personal journeys.

We each respond to different approaches. Some of us love the thrill of competition and challenging goals and the process that underpins success in both. Some of us simply seek that precious few minutes when we can take a walk away from distractions or steal a quick 10 minutes to sit in stillness.

If you are stuck In the reluctance of these times, or if you are wildly escaping limitations, you may be sharing the same spectrum of inertia. I encourage you to open your hearts and open your minds, to look and listen. There is an entire world of change to be tasted and tried. Experts abound, often sharing personal stories, and there is usually something to be learned from each. Pick and choose what might work for you. What is accessible, affordable, practical and achievable? Can you add a morning ritual to each day? Perhaps a designated time of connection with someone you miss or love? Open a window on silliness and giggle with kids? (Actually do it when your watch says to breathe?) Downregulate through your final hours of the day phasing out screen time?

Parting thought. I’d like to share my morning ritual with you as it is a product of the past months. As you are surely noticefull, you will quickly realize that you’ve read some of this before – yes, in last month’s post! But I do try to practice what I learn and share with you. Taking advice from multiple sources, and with the encouragement of Sophie, my chocolate lab, I spend an early 20 minutes of my day outdoors. In previous years, I would have dragged her past scents as I tried to log a run. Now I walk leisurely, coffee mug in hand, and give her this time as well. Next it’s my turn and she acquiesces. It’s out to the patio – she with her breakfast and I with my refill. Sometimes I’m bundled up in blankets, but unless it’s raining hard, we spend another 10-20 minutes – Sophie and her bone and me with my books and journal.

American Robin courtesy of USFish&Wildlife

Sometimes I simply sit and listen, as does she. Wait, wasn’t it silent a minute ago? These birds are so raucous! Did they only just begin to sing so loudly? (I know, I know – I looked it up and it’s probably the males staking their claim on territory or potential liaison – but I still call it singing.)  But listening is amazing. Touch? – unless I am noticefull, I don’t feel the air on my skin.

Pure pleasure – sniffing!

Smell? OK, TBH I get a general scent of clean, clear, fresh, green, etc, but let me tell you, Sophie is all about scent. Sometimes I just watch her, nostrils fluttering, eyes closed, so loving the moment. (that would be Sophie’s nostrils not mine) You get the idea. Even 10 minutes of being noticefull prepares me for the day ahead. And that’s before making a list or checking my messages. Is this easy? No. But worth putting the distractions aside. I often reorganize my thoughts by coming back to this from David Whyte: “there is a small opening into the day that closes the moment you begin your plans.”  (What to Remember When Waking, David Whyte: Essentials) I do what I can to protect that opening.

The Starting Gate
Alamy stock photos

And, next, of course, I’m off – out of the starting gate of my day with a clean start and a good break.                                                             I wish you the same.                                      And to be notice full.

SNACKS* IN 2021

May 2021

Snacking is good. Well, let me qualify this at the start – I am NOT talking about food.  (Yes, I confess, I jumped on the eat-something-small-every-four-hour bandwagon years ago when grazing was first promoted – about the same time carbs for athletes was being touted. My how things change!  I have definitely jumped off that wagon! So much new science – IF and Timed Eating ….) However, there is another way to embrace snacking and I do so.

The concept of snacking overrules ambitious grand schemes for study, practice, health … and the list goes on and on. I first heard this term used a few months ago referencing adding a walking program to a sedentary person’s life. Presumably sparked by a noble New Years resolution, a couch potato sought advice on how to jump into a schedule. Rather than suggest an idealistic goal of 30, 45, 60 or more minutes a day (in one exercise session) or an unattainable mileage goal, the response was to make snacking a habit. To embrace the habit would be more valuable than scoring high numbers of minutes, steps or miles. In other words, snack on your new habit and walk whenever possible – maybe just 2 minutes to go up the steps, or 5 minutes to the mailbox, or 7-10 minutes around the house, or …. You get the idea. BUT indulge on these snacks frequently. Maybe every hour. Add them up at the end of the day and perhaps the achievement would be as much as or more than the initial but daunting goal of a huge block. The key, of course, is to DO it, to make it a habit that will be repeated daily.

Personal Fav = Peloton:)

(of course, this is not a new concept but perhaps bears repeating or reframing – and of course your Fitbit or Apple Watch or whatever app you might love will do the same thing – just reframing)

Recently I have been enjoying an eclectic selection of podcasts. My current favorites are from Functional Medicine doctors Mark Hyman and Rangan Chatterjee. I know, I’ve mentioned them before, but their interviews are so very thought-provoking. I especially love that Dr. Chatterjee (has an awesome accent but …) concludes his lengthier interviews by asking his expert to sum up with just 4 or 5 actionable tips for the listener to walk away with. Snacks, I think.

a close up is a snack!

Today I was listening to Arianna Huffington talk about “micro habits,” bits and pieces of actionable practices in keeping with the concept of snacks. Perhaps it is the inclusion of  5 minutes of gratitude, or 10 minutes of stillness, or 2 full minutes of breath observation, or reaching out to help one person, or pausing to acknowledge one thing each did well this day.

There are huge obstacles to overcome in each individual’s life. Or perhaps it is more likely that there are huge obstacles to work with and be shaped by, learn from, and move on. After all, Augusten Burroughs says something along the lines of: “I, myself, am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”  (how much do you love that?!)

It is also said that pain is the agent of change. Without disturbance, one might become captive to a shrinking comfort zone. And to borrow from another of Chatterjee’s guests, is one a performer on life’s stage or does one live one’s own unique, exquisitely individual and complex life?

You see, podcasts, essays, blog posts, conversations, and even fortune cookies might offer a sentence or two to take away and chew on as a snack.

Note: an endurance athlete might need a 7-course dinner, not a snack. Snacking is for habit building, for waking up that which might be dormant or for maintaining the forward moving inertia that one has worked hard to put in motion. Snacking fits into the spaces created by life when life gets real and necessary and very demanding. Doing nothing is not an option. Physical activity, mental stimulation, and yes, even pockets of silliness are snacks that sustain and nourish us.

For example: Do not send the kids outside to play – go out with them – at least for a snack. Do not put the dog in the yard and clean up later; take the dog for a walk even if it is frustrating to accommodate the dog’s busy nose as spring scents entice. Stuck on Zoom? Stand up, stretch, pick your knees up, kick your butt, do those infamous six positions of the spine, then see if your stretching snack gave you a pick up. Stress steam-rollering you? Close your mental door and slip behind your eyelids for a moment of stillness, your own personal pause in a world where chaos reigns if you allow it. Brows furrowed? Take a minute or three to thumb through your adolescent kid’s favorite lame joke book. You will laugh, I guarantee it. (If not, you need more than a snack!)

In my teaching and coaching I often encourage students and clients to try to do less but do it more efficiently and achieve the same or greater results. Years ago, before I learned what I know now, I would quip: turn your tension into energy. Yes, well, why not? Stress, striving, pushing, forcing, tend to shut down the flow of energy within and without the body causing pain instead of power. Allow the energy to flow freely and in concert with your inner and outer strength and you will find that which you could only imagine, redefining limitless goals.

Balance, of course, is key. All snacks won’t work forever but will always have a place in one’s daily habits. Constantly shuffling the deck of fitness and wellness components helps sustain equilibrium. Exercise, healthy nutrition, hydration, and sleep are vital. Exercise itself has many pieces: aerobic, strength, power, quickness and mobility/stability training. Nutrition is as varied as the consumer and needs to be studied and tested carefully avoiding extremes. Meditation, Yoga, Pilates, Barre, Qi Gong, and, of course, Peloton, offer plentiful snacks or main courses.

So, what does one ever wait for? You can do this. You can creatively space snacks throughout your day and teach your body, mind and spirit to live life more fully. Expect this of yourself and your expectations will be fulfilled. Engage others in your habits.

SNACKS TO SHARE

PAUSE or PAWS

  • First thing in the morning, take a few minutes to look outside. Even better, take an early morning walk. (if you have a dog, this is a no-brainer)
  • Clear head space before bed and when first awakening as a non-digital time zone. In other words, don’t take your phone to bed with you and when you open your eyes in the morning avoid reaching for it. Deliberately wait to do so until after your first cup of coffee?
  • Adopt the habit to PAUSE. Stop the rush, halt the wave of anxiety in its tracks, seal your lips before saying the four-letter-word busy, or look at your plate of food before diving in.

    PAUSE or PAWS

    PAUSE. Maybe for a moment of gratitude. Maybe for a breath. Maybe just to reorganize your intention for the next step.

    OK, don’t remember where I got these but I wrote them down to share with you:

  • Replace anxiety with curiosity.
  • Gratitude is the antidote to ruminating.
  • Rather than gulping (breath, water, etc) try sipping.
  • And this may be my favorite – before entering your next Zoom meeting, check your face to replace your frown with a smile!
  • And finally, note what others may have done for us. Perhaps a friend has offered time to simply listen or has reached out with a text message just to say hello. Stop to recognize this gift and then pay it forward.

Snacks, little manageable bits, are seeds that, once planted in fertile acceptance, provide unimaginable opportunities for organic growth. And don’t forget to share your snacks!

 

*Disclaimer. True confession – no, I did not know that teenagers use the word snack to refer to someone they might find attractive – usually sexy. I do not have a teenager in my house. Yet.

APRIL IS A PERFECT MONTH

Move forward with optimism, positivity and energy but be alert for tricks and trip-ups along the way. Am I talking about life? About trail running? About business? About spirituality?

Actually, what prompts this post is an offhand comment I made this morning when I said “April is a perfect month.” Then, as so often happens, I wonder why I said that and have been thinking about it all day. So, here I am at my computer and asking you for your thoughts as well.

Look. Any month that begins with April Fool’s Day can’t be burdensome or serous. One source describes the month as capricious. I like that word, don’t you? Sounds like a bit of fun.

I don’t know about you, but I think one of the best parts of anything wonderful is the anticipation. When we were kids, we would approach a birthday with such high anticipation and then crumble on the other side when it became history. Looking forward to a celebration, outing, trip (we’ll get there again; be patient) or athletic pursuit is often more exciting and perhaps even more profound than the event itself and perhaps that which underpins what ultimately become memories.

“April showers bring May flowers.” Yes, well, perhaps not in New England, but we do seem to be able to garden earlier each year. It seems that the word April comes from a Latin word that means to open. That makes sense. And then there’s the thought that the month is named after the goddess Aphrodite. Diamonds and daisies, blue skies and yellow daffodils, longer days and maybe shorts. Even Shakespeare adds to the clout of April when he says: “April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” (Sonnet XCVIII) What’s not to love?

And another thing – some note that April is about moving forward. We are leaving cold and mud behind and heading into what, for some of us, is our favorite season. Again, anticipation is to be valued. Each year, to my utter surprise, I realize (sometime in July) that the Summer Solstice has come and gone and that the days are, indeed, getting shorter. Here I am, mid-summer, expecting the daylight to go on and on. But now, here in April, we can look forward to the lengthening of each day for another 2+ months. What a gift!

We do not wait; we move and we move forward. We spring clean, we detox, and we even take another look at our diet/budget twins. We pack away our winter clothes, comforters and skis as we happily unpack lighter wear, bicycles and running shoes.

If we pause, and take a really good look at what we see and how we feel, we may note that we see the opening up – not just of our community following long months of pandemic restrictions – but the opening up of our expectations, hopes and plans. We open our windows and we open our hearts. We inhale fresh air and exhale doubt; inhale boldness and exhale timidity; inhale possibilities and exhale fear; inhale generosity and exhale parsimony.

April is, after all, a month of contradictions that entice us forward with a spring in our steps and hold us back with an unexpected snowfall. April is about the beginning of the kind of inertia that consistently moves onward, not the stodgy old stagnant inertia deeply sloppy mud season.

As soon as the ice melts, jump in!

And though April keeps us guessing, it also encourages the pursuit of equilibrium. We are reminded that things don’t just happen, but that we must seek them. We must seek our own balance, generate our own energy and invite the Yin in our lives to integrate, not compete, with the Yang.

So yes, I think April is a perfect month. It is a month of excitement, renewal and delicate beauty.

If, however, you want more, just be sure to find your own way to celebrate the full Pink Moon on the 26th. Based on previous moons, this one is special, one of only two supermoons of 2021. Look forward, make a plan, execute your plan, and step out in full awareness of what this month has to offer. It is, indeed, perfect.

FEBRUARY 2021 Navigating our Way from Winter to Spring

FEBRUARY 2021

Navigating our Way from Winter to Spring. Ground Hog Day has come and gone and we are anticipating more winter. Well, so? Here in Vermont it would be disappointing to anticipate otherwise. Bleak? Yes, for the glass half-empty kind of outlook, February is bleak, cold, often gray and blessedly short. But for the glass half-full there are many prompts for celebration. Valentine hearts and flowers can’t be beat and the days are, albeit gradually, lengthening.

Think back to February 2020. We seemed to have been living in a different universe, one in which masks, distancing and an attack on the Nation’s Capital were unimaginable. Then came a Friday the 13th in March that will, presumably, long be remembered. (I know, we’ve thought that of other events but ….)

However, rather than go down that rabbit hole, let’s return to today. Hope and optimism might have been temporarily buried, but are starting to reappear along with signs of new life medically, socially and politically. There are even hopes that the vaccines now being administered will effectively dampen the fires of Covid19 and perhaps reduce them to cinders from which no new strains will be tempted to flare. We don’t think it will be soon, but we do think there will come a day when we can hug our friends and families and return to some semblance, or at least hybrid, of what life used to be. May we learn lessons from these months, and potentially years, of Covid that will enrich what lies ahead.

But returning to February … I recently read that babies born in February tend to exhibit traits of honesty and compassion coupled with creativity and curiosity. Often quirky, February kids can be feisty as well. Do they take after the month itself? Their personalities do, however, dovetail nicely with some reading I’ve been doing lately.

You may have heard on Fresh Air a few weeks ago the interview of Sanjay Gupta (promoting his new book, Keep Sharp). Being a February kid myself I was particularly attracted to his thoughts on a sound brain, aging and activity suggesting that both intellectual and physical curiosity and exploration are healthy and that seeking new things to study and do, pushing oneself outside the familiar, that personal comfort zone, help sustain both body and brain.  And yes, the brain does continue to develop over the years. (I got so excited about this interview that I quickly bought the book to give as a birthday present to a family member much younger than me. Heads up, I just learned that it was written somehow in cooperation with AARP. I hope the recipient won’t think …. But don’t let that dissuade you from taking a look.)

Almost immediately after the interview a friend gifted me with the book Limitless by Jim Kwik asking that we experience this book together. (bless FaceTime) Kwik, too, encourages positivity, optimism, and action proving that we can indeed live limitlessly. (Is that a word? If not, it should be!) “The key to making yourself limitless is unlearning false assumptions,” Kwik writes. Both Gupta and Kwik begin with the brain but quickly connect with body, motivation, values, and the tools of learning, fitness, nutrition, sleep and the entire half-full concept. Clearly, motivation is a key component and Kwik advises that “Motivation is not something you have, it’s something you do. And it’s entirely sustainable.”

In the fitness world we know that we are unique individuals who have the ability to define ourselves and our possibilities based on what we’ve been given to work with. Sometimes, however, our talents are hidden or underappreciated. Recognizing creativity, willingness, energy, dedication and compassion may result in their use to turn possibilities into probabilities and energy into strength, competence and confidence.

For some, a return to pen and paper is helpful to learn and to effect positive change.

Kwik writes many paragraphs on ‘learning,’ giving it the credence and respect due. It is not news that roles of student and teacher are closely connected and that one enhances the other. As we learn, and as we embrace the wonder and delight that learning offers, we deepen our understanding and absorb the fullness of whatever it is when we in turn share it with others or turn our studies into teachings.

Somewhat on the flip side of all this positivity, I also read an article entitled Anxiety Fallout in the winter edition of the Johns Hopkins Magazine. Being an Alum, I tend to give weight to what I read in these pages. Few would argue with the current and growing crisis of mental health. Anxiety has become a household term yet the definition is fluid – anything from normal to devastating and even deadly. An element of anxiety that strikes a chord with me is what the author, Aaron Reuben, calls ruminating. “When you find yourself talking about the same problem over and over again, without finding you’ve made any progress on it, that’s when you can tell it’s rumination….Too often we get stuck in  defining problems when we need to move on to problem-solving.”  I recall thinking that when my mother was aging and living alone, what she told herself must have been a loop of negativity and her perception of reality looked quite different from what my brother and I saw. She obsessed. Just last night I was reading Kwik’s Limitless and underscored a quote by Melanie Greenberg, “Anxiety can also lead to overthinking, which makes you more anxious, which leads to more overthinking, and so on.” I wrote in the margins – “STOP obsessing!”  (Interestingly this was embedded in a chapter on Focus and the value of effective concentration.  Kwik counsels: “Your concentration is like a muscle. You can train to become stronger with practice.” Yeah, well, I get that analogy!)

So, back to February. As I write this, it is Valentine’s Day. I am a sucker for what I know is a Hallmark day but so what? I really do love the hearts and flowers stuff and get even more sappy on this day of all days. I DO know we are in a pandemic; our country is hanging on, it is winter where I live, and there’s a laundry list of suffering that I am blessed not to experience but have infinite sympathy for those who do. I recognize the enormity of personal responsibility for our brains and our emotions linked with the sense of helplessness when that which we have no control over descends. I dig deep inside myself for tolerance, compassion, hope and faith. And today of all days, love.

I often close a Yoga practice with these words: Honor your heart. Not only is your heart one of the most important muscles in your body, a source of life itself, but it also represents your ability to love and TO BE loved. Namaste.

THRESHOLDS BETWEEN BUSYNESS AND SELFCARE

Though a threshold often mark the start, the beginning or an entrance, perhaps a threshold also marks transition and connection. Recently I had removed a partition between living rooms in my house and another room designated as my home gym. A threshold was installed to make the transition from one room to the other safer, easier and more attractive. Yes, it is a physical piece of wood, but it is also a metaphorical threshold that invites and welcomes me when I enter my gym space to take some time for myself to ride my Peloton or lift weights or step on my Bosu. threshold gives me permission to use the room as intended and encourages dedication to my training. When I finish, I can almost hear my threshold saying “Well done!” as I cross back into my daily life.

Today on my walk I paused to look across a country road to two wonderful old draft horses with nothing more to do than swish off flies and pass the time away. The low stone wall separating them from the road and beyond was more of a visual boundary than an actual restraint as they could easily have made their way over it if they had wanted. Likewise, I could have joined them in about 3 strides. But from what – respect? – it seems we all bowed to the appropriate separation and continued on our way. Does threshold represent boundary or freedom?

As some of you know, over the past months of Covid related changes, I have stolen more time to read and have done a deep dive into the works of John O’Donohue. If ever there is a writer who tackles the concept of “threshold,” it’s O’Donohue, and I urge you to make his acquaintance.  He often speaks of duality, opposition and the striving for balance. “Duality, then, is informed by the oppositions that meet at this threshold. I would argue that an authentic life is a life that is aware of and willing to engage its own oppositions, and honorably inhabits that threshold where the light and darkness, the masculine and feminine and all the beginnings and endings of one’s life engage.” (Walking in Wonder by John O’Donohue, Convergent press, 2015)

As a Yoga instructor and practitioner, I am in love with Yoga itself, the physical strength, mobility and stability benefits, and the mind-body connection. In my teaching I encourage all to balance the Yin and Yang in their Yoga practice, sports performance, daily life, etc and to become aware that these are not competing forces, but necessary opposites that integrate, support and find equilibrium in us physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

“Genuine spiritual practice offers a way to face both our inner and outer worlds and to bring these two related realms into living, loving dialogue.” (from tricycle.org; Gaylon Ferguson, “Natural Bravery”)

I did hear a few complaints of boredom after the lockdowns of spring. For the most part we found ourselves busier than ever sourcing food and supplies, learning coping mechanisms and how to protect our families, teaching our kids, and for so many businesses, how to remain viable when all but essential workers showed up via Zoom or other internet platforms.

Busyness has taken on new meaning. So has selfcare. There was a time when selfcare was for the individual with abundant funds and time to spend at the spa. No longer. Now we honor the concept. Selfcare precedes care of others and without it reserves of generosity and service empty too quickly. Selfcare underpins effective action and softens the edges of tolerance. Selfcare multiplies patience and gives value to connection.

And just how does threshold play a part in all of this? There is all too often an inherent resistance to selfcare. Perhaps there is a mental boundary keeping us from doing for ourselves, investing in stress relief or strength and energy production. Maybe, just maybe, that boundary could be observed as a threshold – a line between time or space, to be sure, but a line that encourages  transition to cross it. Like the stone wall separating the horses from the road, that line just maybe will discourage anything that might devalue or intrude upon our time of selfcare.

At the beginning of each day, as we cross the threshold from sleep to wakefulness, may we do so knowing that at some point when we need it most, we will step over another threshold into that which will renew, settle and free the flow of energy and goodness within us so that we may begin again to reach out to those in our lives and do whatever needs to be done. May your personal threshold say “Well Done!”

Seasonal changes offer nature’s threshold into what is to come.

LATE SUMMER-EARLY AUTUMN

Late Summer-Early Autumn may be a season of it’s own. Lacking definitive start and end-dates, it’s a season that confuses itself. One day may mandate shorts and sleeveless tees and the next day it’s on with the fleece and maybe even gloves. As the daylight shortens, a sense of loss teases sadness, but just as quickly turns to anticipation of some of the best outdoors adventures of the year.

As past field editor of the Rutland Herald and Times Argus “Active Vermont” Sunday page, I often dedicated a Labor Day issue to the changes brought by return to school, K-post graduate. (Now THAT has traditionally triggered unique emotions as parents hand-hold little ones to their first day of school or reluctantly drive away from having deposited their big kids in their college dorms. Ouch. I for one hated those and often shed tears. Yeah, I know ….)

Needless to say, 2020 is different. Here in Vermont, not only is the season confused, so are we all and questions hang thickly around us as to what the school year will look like: in school or online or a hybrid? School sports are a go? What? How in the heck are kids supposed to qualify their mile run or fight for possession of a soccer ball all the time wearing a tightly fitted face mask? And why are they even having fall sports if we all agree that face masks are helpful? (well, most of us anyway) And oh lordy, please don’t anyone test positive. Dorms are occupied? But I digress.

As I reread some of my previous Active Vermont pieces, a common thread also connected with today. Whatever our age or association with the scholastic life, it’s quite possible that we continue to be influenced by an academic calendar. September means saying goodbye to a relaxed summer attitude and hello to the take-a-deep-breath and get-yourself-organized sass of a new school year a/k/a that which we must begin, complete, or otherwise dedicate our talents and energies.

In the good ole days, last year for example, athletes might be seriously training for, and anticipating, snow sports. Again, the mountains here are confused as to exactly how the snow will be utilized this season. Perhaps it is safe to say that since last March, every recreational or competitive sport or activity has been reimagined. And as I write this and you read it, it’s quite likely that some serious adaptation will continue past this confused and confusing season all the way to what – the end of the year?

But it’s not all bad. Just as those of us who have been blessedly unscathed by illness during the time of Covid have found unexpected pleasure in newfound gentler ways of living; and just as those of us who have been unfortunately impacted by the financial blows of Covid but are still afloat have found unexpected pleasure in simplicity, so, too, it is perfectly possible that we are finding new forms of connection, exercise, and pathways to fitness and well-being.  (Phew, that was a long sentence but you do understand, don’t you?)

So, perhaps, at this time of year that doesn’t quite know if it’s still summer or if hints of cold are real or imagined, perhaps we, as passengers on this rerouted train might find novel ways to reimagine the sights and reconfigure our response to what is happening all around us. (Note, more than the Coronavirus can be novel!) As we turn the corner into mid-late autumn, stick season lies ahead. Until then we can carry on with a restructured lifestyle, reaching out safely to those in our network and embracing our personal and professional communities as we become more and more adept at distancing, masking, Zooming and loving. Living creatively has never been more in vogue.

ZOOM FATIGUE

Yoga at home with Zoom

Zoom Fatigue is more than a hip and savvy buzz-phrase. It is relevant, here and now, blurring the lines of work and home while robbing possibilities and extinguishing the potential to thrive.

As the early days of March are crawling forward through the remaining weeks and months of 2020, reliance on technology continues to provide that which is desperately needed as, at the same time, it overwhelms and causes very real problems.

As early as April, 2020, Zoom Fatigue received media attention.  Forbes.com, for example, pointed to communication disconnect, technical challenges, and maintaining a work/life balance as energy draining. Physically what does all that screen time do to our shoulders, necks and upper bodies as well as our eyes and those poor hands and wrists typing away in response. We stare at the screen and need to work harder to find the nuances of personality and body language reactions. Even what has been the fun of showing up in our pajamas, has a down side. Dressing for an event puts us in the mood and helps sharpen us mentally as well as energetically.

This is a broad topic indeed. Let’s narrow it to the Yoga business. Yoga teachers and business owners are creative! By the end of March, my colleagues and I were all doing battle with streaming live classes, recording those classes to be shared later, seeking ways to build an accessible video library and, perhaps most daunting, reaching out to students encouraging them to open their hearts and minds and shift their practice to an online format.

We as teachers had to quickly relearn how to plan and teach, how to adapt space, camera, audio and light to recording. We needed to seek help from others and simplify our practices, slow down, and offer safe asanas and flows that could be easily followed. We became addicted to podcasts of those who had gone before us. Studio owners needed to compute the costs of maintaining a studio in hopes of future use, recalculate when partial use was offered, and care for their instructors as well as clients. (Note: some business owners furloughed their instructors without pay while others nurtured online teaching.) As I write this, many large and successful big city Yoga studios and franchises – with big city expenses – have gone out of business. Small studios fell early on, except for a few who are hanging on due to the dedication and generosity of their owners. The tipping point is precarious. Often what saves is the sheer commitment of the clientele who realize that their continued support is more than a kind gesture; it is an act of continuing self-respect and self-care.

There is no question that this business is forever changed. Numbers tell the story. First there was the initial reluctance assuming that things would return to normal in a few days or weeks. Then there was surprised enthusiasm for streamed classes in which participants could actually visit with each other prior to and after the class. Noting the value of this, many who started on Facebook made the move to Zoom. For awhile, it took off. And then the numbers began to decline. Students no longer prioritized their class times and somehow just didn’t get around to opening the link to the recorded session. The HABIT, and yes, jumping on a Zoom call for a Yoga class became a new habit, was weakened if not broken and Zoom Fatigue became a reality.

ZOOM FATIGUE

What about the student? I can speak here from experience as I am both a student and a teacher. As much as I love my Yoga practice, it is often very challenging for me to roll out my mat and fully engage with the online class I am about to take. Once begun, it is equally challenging to remain with the practice and not wander to the kitchen to refill my coffee mug or stop to check my text messages. As my community gradually reopens I find more and more conflicts with the live classes that I have joined daily, and then am challenged even further to put aside the space in my day to utilize the video recording. There are times when I simply must force myself back into the momentum and, of course, after, I am transformed.

As a student and a teacher I can say, if we want our Yoga connections, if we want to maintain our Yoga habit in community, if we want our studio to be there for us in the future, if we want to truly realize the value of this amazing practice, we must step up. Stepping up might mean buying another class package or stepping up might mean creating a Yoga space in our home where we will step onto our mat daily to balance, strengthen and regenerate ourselves with or without guidance and support. Stepping up might mean exactly what we do in Savasana – receive, be open to other options, look forward with curiosity and anticipation not back with regret.s

Thich Nhat Hanh said:  “If you want a garden, you have to bend down and touch the soil. Gardening is a practice, not an idea.”  Well, there you have it.

Fatigue can take you down so far it redefines itself into something dark and dangerous. Each individual experiences fatigue in a uniquely personal way. Some do the proverbial “pull yourself up by your bootstrap” thing and, by putting one foot in front of the other, get back on track. Some find it best to honor fatigue – give it space and time to heal and regenerate. Whether we simply keep on or take a break assumes that first we have acknowledged that fatigue is threatening. Quit or renew? Ahhhhhh.

Yes, Zoom Fatigue is real. It is a very today thing. Though Zoom may not be your platform, it is clear that the foundation of your daily life as you knew it on New Year’s Eve is substantially altered. Where next? Seek courage?

“Know that you are not alone  And that this darkness has purpose;  Gradually it will school your eyes  To find the one gift your life requires  Hidden within this night-corner.  …

A new confidence will come alive  To urge you toward higher ground  Where your imagination  Will learn to engage difficulty  As its most rewarding threshold.”*

 *FOR COURAGE. Excerpted from To Bless the Space Between Us, A Book of Blessings, John O’Donohue, Convergent Books, 2008.

RETURNING? I DON’T THINK SO. Reimagining a new way to teach and train in studio, gym, outdoors or virtually.

 

It’s not just the large gym or small studio in urban or rural U.S. Globally the fitness industry is metaphorically scratching its head wondering how to handle each day. Though there is no one who is able to predict the future, it is becoming increasingly clear that a “return” to life as it was before the pandemic (and it’s not over yet, oh dear) is not a reality. Can we patch things up and do a mockup of something similar? Can we limit numbers, insure spacing, sanitize endlessly, mask uncomfortably, and provide safety assurances? Is that even productive or wise?

finding ways to distance and pause

This post is not yet another diatribe about the state of today’s world financially, socially, politically, or medically. It is a small voice from the small perspective of a small town in Vermont. I am a Personal Trainer and Yoga Instructor and, primarily because I have participated in many activities and am constantly studying anything available relative to my work, my depth of information and practice is appreciable. Over the years, working one on one, in small groups or large classes, as a director of a gym and as an athletic coach for individual sports, I have watched participants, sometimes reluctantly-sometimes enthusiastically, strain, drive, compete and press towards goals on individual paths. I, too, became obsessed with heart rates, watts, mileage, speed, power and an infinite variety of numbers to measure everything from fuel to output to recovery time all designed to indicate success or failure.

Savasana

Fortunately for my own personal well-being and hopefully for that of my students and clients, I have become passionate about the practice of Yoga – whether it is Yoga for Athletes (my introduction to Yoga with Sage Rountree), Vinyasa (thank you Freeport Yoga Company and Kripalu) or the complementary practice of Yin Yoga (Josh Summers and Terry Cockburn, Summers School of Yin Yoga). I can speak only from my very small dot on the map of “return.”

Who knew? Those of us who have spent 200, 300, 500, 1,000 hours in Yoga Teacher Trainings, specialty courses, even in cadaver labs as we have learned about the thousands of years old Yoga theory and practice, anatomy, even how to teach; who knew that we would need to add a crash course in technology and become adept at something called live-streaming, recording or Zoom? Who knew we would suddenly need to learn to teach a different way – and, for that matter, to learn a different way as we joined other students in other teachers’ virtual classes? Who knew we would be faced with legal technicalities, internet crashes and how to create space in which to teach, adapt or purchase camera and sound equipment and on and on and on. 

Perhaps the trickiest hurdle has been connecting with our students and providing them with practice and support that is worthy of their fee. In the beginning many teachers offered online services as a gift. The next step was an honor system. Then links and passwords needed to be purchased and voila a new industry was born. Recently I listened to a mind-boggling podcast about a new wave of abuse – no, not the inappropriate touching scandal that has suddenly vanished – but the abuse of instructors who are paid a set sum to teach their class and then forever after their videos are sold with profit only to the business owner. Ouch. (And, as I have used the word “small” frequently in this post, please note that in the small studio where I work this is a completely foreign concept. We are all in this together supporting each other and our lovely leader, Ana. http://www.mountainrosevt.com) Just sayin’

quiet trails for exercise and contemplation

But there are beautiful and significant observations to be made as well. As soon as it was deemed safe to go outdoors, masked and spaced, individuals and families, thrilled to be able to do so, were out the door walking, running, hiking, strolling, climbing, cycling and paddling. Gone was the drive that forced such an adventure. Exercise, action, the outdoors, all became a privilege and, in this new light, became gifted joy.

Community has been redefined. Even the tiniest connection – a phone call or text, photo or face time, card or package – is duly appreciated forging bonds replacing tenuous strands. And in my own small (there’s that word again) world of Zoom, those minutes of unmuted video before and after a teacher-led practice are golden; they are fun and sensitive and compelling moments of genuine community.

Inserting stillness, a by-product of Yoga, everywhere and anywhere.

Virtual hugs are bogus, are they not? Those foolish little emoji of the smiling face with 2 arms? Give me a break. I’m not so sure about the etiquette of a handshake, but we will hug again. We cannot resist! But perhaps we will retain some of the goodness of this experience. Perhaps we will live a cleaner and simpler life. Perhaps we will offer and receive touch untainted by skepticism or misunderstanding. Perhaps we will gratefully relish the effort to proactively care for our own well-being in order to reach out to others in our lives. Perhaps we will loosen the fetters of restrained emotions and be honest, sharing and, yes, grateful. Perhaps we will find cause for happiness in things as presumably insignificant as a buzzing bee all the way up to financial stability or a clean bill of health.

Perhaps we will like taking a Yoga class in a new setting, bringing our own props, and washing our hands.

create a personal home Yoga space

Perhaps we will even like participating in a Yoga practice in a virtual community, as we say, “live or later.” Perhaps we are ready for what is new and not a mended version of what was before. Perhaps.

POST LOCKDOWN

POST LOCKDOWN. Thoughts on what lies ahead from a small-town Yoga instructor. May 8, 2020.

As I write this, the strands of the tightly laced corset of a National response to the pandemic Coronavirus of 2020 are being loosened. Unprecedented. Social distancing. Refrigerated trucks. Protest. Connection. Zoom. Essential. Quarantine. Hoarding. Generosity. Curbside. Antibodies. And my personal favorite: “Anthony Fauci has been nominated as sexiest man of the year.” Not only is the Coronavirus “novel,” daily life is about as novel as it gets.

Those of us who live in Vermont have experienced a microcosm of what the world has known. Most of us are proud of our State and proud of our Governor and staff who have led us relatively safely through dangerous territory. To be science-based and bipartisan is to be honored. And we’re not home free yet. Nor will we be in the foreseeable future. “New normal.” How unpleasant has that flippant remark become? Economically, will some of us still be here when the dust settles?

Oh, how heart wrenching are the photographs of loved ones touching through a plate glass window or disturbing footage of patients on ventilators or bodies awaiting disposal or hungry children in this, our country. No, folks, sorry but social distancing, wearing a mask and gloves, respecting our neighbors, is a much smaller price to pay to this enormous unknown.

Slow down – the best way to merge.

Many years ago, I passed another road sign that stayed with me:  Merge Gently. May we, in our neighborhoods, in our workplaces, in our social settings, merge gently back to a safe tomorrow. May we, for heaven’s sake, put aside bickering and pontificating as if we know it all. Patience.

Yes, fine for me to say. I hear you.

As a Personal Trainer and Yoga Instructor, my singular experience has been far removed from the tragedy and horror. Immediately I scrambled to maintain an income on one hand and to reinforce my connections with family, friends and students from near and far. Ahhhhh. Bless technology (which I have frequently cursed – just not my forte) and social media (a kidnapping I had tried to avoid!) To make a long story short, teaching live stream Yoga classes has become a means of connection and perpetuity. I am a teacher. I must teach. To have this opportunity to continue to do so – even if I find myself talking into the camera of a MacBook Air – is an unintended blessing and perhaps an unintended consequence of where so many of us might be headed as the, can I even say it?, “new normal” defines itself?

In my own daily life I am happy to be able to “see” my teachers and Yoga students as we practice together. We can exchange verbal or “commented” greetings and experience, with exquisite sensitivity, a connection that perhaps transcends the physical. Thus enriched, perhaps as we do, once again, practice in spatial proximity or meet for coffee or a hike, we will do so with authenticity and leave behind some of the trivialities that plague human bonds.

But instead of offering my own thoughts, let me share a few written with wisdom beyond my imaginings.

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness…because in the last analysis all moments are key moments and life itself is grace.” (Frederick Buechner)

Comparing our tentative steps during these days and weeks might well parallel a dawn.

“Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play…We rest in the night. The dawn is a refreshing time, a time of possibility and promise…Just as darkness brings rest and release, so the dawn brings awakening and renewal. (John O’Donohue, Anam Cara)

And, finally, from Marianne Williamson: “It is contrary to the universal order for darkness to remain. All storms pass. The prince always arrives to kiss and awaken Sleeping Beauty.”

Oh that we might emerge from this darkness with “awakening and renewal.” (And what about that Prince, you ask?)

A good time to come to the mat.

[ If you would like to join me for a Yoga class, live-stream or video reproduction, visit the Mountain Rose Integrated Health and Wellness Center Facebook page where my practices appear on Tuesday and Thursday 5-6:15 p.m. (Yin Yoga) and Friday mornings at 8-9 a.m. (Core & Go, asanas with an emphasis on the core and subsequently getting outdoors!). Contact Ana on FB for payment. Hope to see you on your mat!]

The Coronavirus – Friday the 13th Or The New Normal, March 2020

Vermont

March 2020 will be remembered. And not nicely. Perhaps it was on Friday the 13th that you and I, living comfortably in the United States (note, I speak and write from Vermont which is not representative of the US as a whole) first accepted the reality of the Coronavirus pandemic.*

me time

Unfortunately, Friday the 13th has been dusted off and redefined. Some of you, of course, had been prescient, or at least paying attention, and had been stocking up on food and emergency supplies. Others were reluctant – even a few who continue to doubt and insist on throwing the flu into the mix. Be that as it may, as I write this, we are beginning week 3 of The New Normal and I am compelled to keep my blog posts alive. So here goes.

To all those who are deemed ESSENTIAL, thank you. The Big Picture is not pretty. I don’t know about you, but I find it heart-wrenching to consider those unable to be with a loved one who is terminally ill; or to be that loved one dying alone; or to worry about keeping one’s family safe and fed, and wonder just how far one can hold out on limited resources. Dire indeed. For generations to come acts of generosity and selflessness will be passed from parent to child. We watch press conferences and see our State and Local leaders working on our behalf and looking exhausted. And we realize that community is not a geographical designation.

To those of us who are NON-ESSENTIAL, well, I guess it’s nice to know! The Big Picture is one thing but the Thumbnail is also compelling.  I can walk out my door and into the woods without seeing another person. How on earth do people manage exile within their own homes or to be living in an apartment dwelling with multiple floors separating their room(s) from ground level.

hiding won’t help

Screen time is UP. My guess is that after the initial binge-watching of Netflix, much of screen time is spent on news and connection. It is, after all, a time to reach out to an ever-expanding virtual community and know that we are not alone. One can only hope that our internet infrastructure will hold up. It is mind-blowing to see so much activity – from educational to professional, meetings to Yoga, how to cook, how to decorate, how to fill your time – that is, if you have time, and how about reconnecting with your college roommate, your grandparents who live on the other side of the country, your former clients/neighbors…. It just goes on and on. It’s amazing what happens when pushed to the wall – Facebook, Instagram, FaceTime, Zoom – even the at-risk seniors are having at it.

And then there’s WFH. Admittedly when I first saw WFH I thought WTF? Not to worry. It’s Work From Home of course, or working remotely to some of us. Do you have new respect for those who WFH? I do. It’s so hard. Of course there are the obvious: distractions, motivation, time management, skill, etc.  Oh, and you can go to work in your pjs. There’s that. But for far too many WFH is more stressful and more demanding. It is like being on call 24/7 or working under the expectation of producing more than is possible in a given amount of time. Kudos to those who are doing this. (and please – the new normal courtesy is to not bother these folks with texts, emails or pings as they really do have deadlines and are not just sitting at their computers hoping to have some fun)

Somewhere in between Essential and Non-essential, between Big Picture and Thumbnail is the issue of PARENTING.  Kids are resilient. What about their folks?

And what about the unthinkables – the homeless, the accident victims, the mentally ill, the prisoners, babies waiting to be born, patients needing chemo, morticians. What about those who are keeping watch over our faith, finances, safety, even our groceries, and, heaven help us, government? Unthinkable, yes?

Get outside – anywhere and whenever you can – distancing of course.

Go figure. Maybe this got real on Friday the 13th but guess what lies just ahead – yup, April Fool’s Day. So, let’s see if we can be better prepared for this one. 

  • As we transition from the real to the virtual world, may we not grow roots into our chairs.
  • May we find routines in each day and balance randomness with structure.
  • May we continue to work with our calendars or datebooks or to-do lists and commit to them small but achievable daily goals.
  • May we remember which day it is.
  • May we journal. Who knows, it might become a best seller at a later epoch.
  • May we embrace distraction. You know that me-time that we’re always told to find? Well, if we’re finding it and clinging to silence or solitude or stillness or something equally esoteric, and the phone rings or a text announces itself or the dog brings us a toy or a kid shouts out “Mom” as only a kid can shout, hey! Embrace that. Isn’t it nice to know that we are NOT alone and that someone wants us?
  • May we be grateful for what we have and may that count for more than what we don’t have.
  • May we be strong and healthy and kind.
  • And may we not fall for any April Fool jokes this year.

*CDC.gov defines pandemic (not a word we’ve considered much) as: “… a global outbreak of disease. Pandemics happen when a new virus emerges to infect people and can spread between people sustainably. Because there is little to no pre-existing immunity against the new virus, it spreads worldwide.”  (emphasis supplied as to me this is what makes it so scary – how much mutation is there about which we are clueless and will remain uninformed?)