The teacher calls it savasana

That's the actual name of the pose. Savasana translates to corpse for the pose name. Corpse didn't really twig me until Dad was dying. I cried, quietly and almost peacefully, through a few classes. But I'd talked to Jeff (not about specifics, just where I was and why because he's also an amazing person that I really like) when Dad was actively dying and then gone. He hasn't used the words since. I should tell him that I am okay enough to say the words.

but I'm transferring my (beloved, late) grandmother's storytelling cassettes into digital format.

Oh, that is so hard but also you are doing something so wonderful. There is a love that will continue with her voice. I know it hurts right now though.

your yoga teacher sounds like the bomb. unlike any other yoga teacher I have had in 10 years.

I had a yoga teacher years ago refer to savasana as the dessert after a challenging yoga class, so I always think of it that way. And then spend far too much time trying to clear my mind from thoughts of chocolatey concoctions. But still, way better than corpse.

{{{Liese}}} That's gotta be hard.

your yoga teacher sounds like the bomb.

Totally is. And Pix knows how fun he can be too. But he's mostly been just a really wonderful person to me through a rough time. He'd be a wonderful person through great times too. I expect I will know him that long.

I've done bad classes. They aren't worth it.

I am watching an ill-advised program on National Geographic channel (their multi-part program about the '80s is terrible) about drug use/drug trade and they claim that 1 in 7 people in Puerto Rico are addicted to drugs.

That sounds awfully high. Is this right?

Yay for good yoga teachers. The teacher makes all the difference.

My (half)-sister in law just announced on Facebook that she's pregnant, and due Nov. 17. My nephew turns 1 on October 1st. This is the only place I have where I can safely say, "Oh my GOD have you never heard of birth control, people?" (It was a "surprise." She is not working, my brother works at Starbucks and they are living with my father and stepmother. He's 28 and she's 25.)

I cried, quietly and almost peacefully, through a few classes.

Oh man, the sub for my regular class the other week did this thing in the meditation part that made me cry, about opening a space in your heart for compassion, first for yourself, then for someone else specific that you thought of, and then for the world. It was amazing. Especially amazing because she had started the class with us rolling around and crawling on the floor and beating our hands and feet against the floor.

The teacher calls it savasana

That's the actual name of the pose. Savasana translates to corpse for the pose name.

Oh, I knew that. I didn't explain that well. The teacher uses the names of the asanas that are Sanskrit (I think, or Sanksrit-derived?), and I knew savasana was corpse pose.

I just feel like I don't have the yoga cred to use the Sanskrit terms when I'm a very occasional yoga practitioner. I know that makes no sense, but welcome to my brain.

Possibly the only time I can truly say that my not having the NG channel was healthy and good...

This is the only place I have where I can safely say, "Oh my GOD have you never heard of birth control, people?"

Probably, yes. I mean wishing that they have real facts is a lovely idea but it's not going to to happen from what I have seen. The idea that if you have a baby, you won't get pregnant and other less than scientific ideas prevail.

Oh man, the sub for my regular class the other week did this thing in the meditation part that made me cry, about opening a space in your heart for compassion, first for yourself, then for someone else specific that you thought of, and then for the world. It was amazing.

I weep through those. I might at any point in my life but now? I just cry and cry. And cry. Yoga is stretchy and helpful and a workout but mostly I deal with shit during it.