It’s an incredible time on this planet…in the universe.

Time is moving faster and faster, days go by with the blink of an eye. It’s never been quite like this before. I hear from several mentors that it will just become faster. Individuals will either learn to flow with it or spin out of control.

It’s that time of year again. You know – time to spread love and joy and peace and harmony…

What planet am I from?! Have you been Christmas shopping yet? Where’s the love, the joy, the peace, the harmony? Never mind that – where’s the nearest pub…I need a drink to fortify myself for Christmas shopping (and I don’t even drink)!

It’s the end of the year already. Yes, the year has flown by and year-end has now come upon us.

With that has come clarity for me. I am now beginning to understand why the universe guided me towards leading yoga sessions with the team. It has all become very clear this past week.

So this morning I decided to make a conscious and concentrated effort to try using my new computer. I refused to look at my “oldie but goodie” (even though I could feel the waves of rejection emanating from it). Instead, I took a few deep Yoga breaths and switched on the new machine.

Okay, that went well – up came a beautiful screen with all sorts of icons at the bottom. (I have to say that this new computer really is fine to look at – all sleek lines and no wires to fight with.) I started going through everything to familiarize myself – and immediately got side-tracked with iPhotos. Wow – love it, love it, love it! I can’t wait to get a photo album made of our trip to Europe in May.

Can you believe that even writing this title gives me the nervous shakes? I feel so uncomfortable about this topic, which is a true sign of fear.

You see, I am not a yoga instructor of any sort. I am a student. A student of yoga who had a vision of creating YogaHub because I knew only a little about yoga and wanted to learn and explore more with a community of like minds. This being said, I don’t feel I know much more at this point because I have just spent so much time working on the foundation of the site.

I’m sorry…I’m unbelievably sorry I ever complained about my old computer being slow and useless. Sure, it’s almost ten years old, which in computer age, is apparently ancient – but it’s finally dawned on me what “oldie but goodie” really means!

A few weeks ago, we bought a brand, spanking new iMac with all the bells and whistles – 21.5” flat screen, wireless keyboard, wireless mouse, etc. etc. etc. My husband, who loves gadgets and electronics (what man doesn’t?!), thinks it’s fabulous. He “plays” on it every evening, teaching himself through trial and error.

I have been complaining for months about not being able to make it to Yoga classes. I have been agitated by the erratic energy among my team in the office, as well as the clutter all around me – in my house, in my office – which all in all is my life.

So what do I do? How do I shift all the energies again and create flow?

What are the simple steps – the lowest hanging fruit?

These days, “stress” is my middle name.

While I don’t consider myself a control freak, I do like to have at least some control in my life. Lately, however, life has been somewhat chaotic. We’ve had a few health challenges with Mumsie, as well as visits to our “Revolving Door” bed & breakfast from two sets of friends from out of town. (Between you and me, I’m seriously thinking of hanging a “No vacancy” sign on our front lawn!)

Soooo my readers, I went out to dinner tonight with some amazing women I am attending a workshop with.

Now, when it comes to ordering food, I am the “Sally” in the movie “When Harry met Sally.” (Am I dating myself? LOL!) I have ALWAYS been like this…even as a child, I remember as clear as day not eating the fried egg if it broke. Many Sunday mornings, my entire family would wind up having “broken yolked fried eggs ” for breakfast as a result of my innate “divaness.”

So many times in my life, I have either seen or experienced a trauma to the head.
Compared to other parts of the body, whenever it’s an actual wound to the head, I have seen how much blood is involved because of all the capillaries that run through that thin layer of scalp.

Well, for the first time since I learned to balance myself through breath, my yogic breath was borderline non-existent this past weekend when my 2.7-year-old son decided to disobey me and continue jumping on my bed. Yes, most of us parents remember how, as children, we experienced the joy of bouncing up and down on our parents’ bed or couch despite their warnings. Well, I am sure you can assume what happened next, as you must have heard similar stories like this before. My son jumped up and down, lost his balance, fell backwards, and cracked the back of his head on my window ledge.