tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post321601915349797752..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: 21.5.800still life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-36602915033015407562010-06-09T22:33:05.483-04:002010-06-09T22:33:05.483-04:00"I miss her like I knew her".
Yup, that&..."I miss her like I knew her".<br />Yup, that's exactly it right there.<br />And good luck with 21.5.800. You'll do great at it, I know it.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-59371799670444200962010-06-09T18:59:38.249-04:002010-06-09T18:59:38.249-04:00I admire you so much, Ang. I wish I had more time ...I admire you so much, Ang. I wish I had more time to take on similar commitments. <br /><br />By the way, I practice yoga at home fairly regularly and the best thing I ever did was sign up to yogaglo (www.yogaglo.com) <br /><br />I hope you don't mind me approximating spam in your comments, but it really is ace.after irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13228758569220259464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-18661157519380300102010-06-09T15:37:40.715-04:002010-06-09T15:37:40.715-04:00I am in a very similar 'place' right now. ...I am in a very similar 'place' right now. I'm glad you're getting up, and deciding to move again, for you, to reconcile the old and new.<br /> I send you you lots of encouragement. I look forward to reading about this new journey.<br /> XO<br />LindsayLindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02732100851347489982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-22680701875992081362010-06-09T14:09:23.355-04:002010-06-09T14:09:23.355-04:00I totally get the happy/sad thing. Before, I don&...I totally get the happy/sad thing. Before, I don't think I ever thought I could be both at the same time, but I am. Good luck with this new venture...I say do it while it is working for you, and if you don't see it all the way through, that is ok! xxTinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15149337445828424583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-47312272374502634102010-06-09T10:15:17.490-04:002010-06-09T10:15:17.490-04:00Beautiful post.
A year or so before I got pregna...Beautiful post. <br /><br />A year or so before I got pregnant I signed up for a few yoga classes at our community center. I loved it. It was so calming and regenerating. <br />After I had Shealyn I thought about going back. But like everyone has said I am afraid to be alone with my thoughts. But I think I will go back to it soon. I think this 21.5.800 is a good idea and it just might help with the grieving process. I've been having some health issues but once all of that gets fixed my just my start my own soul searching project like this. Good luck in you journey. <br /><br />On a side note I think about you and Lucy everyday. Now before you get all 'omg stalker'...lol. There is a street I drive past everyday named Lucy Rd and a say a little prayer. <br /><br />(((Hugs)))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-50961756653657553322010-06-09T09:59:26.737-04:002010-06-09T09:59:26.737-04:00It's funny how people always say "you'...It's funny how people always say "you're so strong" when you lose a child... (because everyone thinks they would just die too right? ouch). I never did feel that way though. And yeah, two years on I feel fragile and out of touch with my body. I've always been a fat girl (always up and down but never skinny) but I've always reached a point where I have enough and I start exercising and getting to a fitness I feel reasonably comfortable with... I don't seem to be able to do that anymore and it really bugs me. I try and try but I am so out of touch with my own body. I will never be an athlete, but it would be nice to be fitter, to have more energy. I get this post. We come from such different backgrounds, but even "I" get this post. I hope we can both find some reconcilation between who we used to be and who we are now.<br /><br />I'd do the yoga thing with you but my video player is busted. :(Sophiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17663682329663202706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-23007254248595340082010-06-09T09:28:46.942-04:002010-06-09T09:28:46.942-04:00I can relate to this so well. While pregnant with ...I can relate to this so well. While pregnant with our first child, I did yoga at least twice a week. Not prenatal, chill out yoga, but full on Vinyasa III classes. Handstands. Crow and Crane.<br /><br />While PG with our second, who is now gone, I didn't practice, but still saw friends from class here and there. <br /><br />After our second, I was immediately drawn to class---it was all I wanted. I craved the poses. And then I went to class, and week after week, something or someone would remind me, make a comment, ask a question. And then one week there was the hugely, gracefully, beautiful pregnant woman practicing.<br /><br />I haven't gone back to class or practice. I can't be silent with my thoughts for that long, and I can't be frustrated with my body for yet another THING.<br /><br />But I do miss it, terribly. And I do miss our little girl, even though, like Lucy's, her lifetime was spent inside me.<br /><br />I look forward to following your yoga and writing journey--heck, maybe I'll join you.Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-38407919190863439982010-06-09T09:04:09.850-04:002010-06-09T09:04:09.850-04:00I can soooo relate to this. Before, I did yoga al...I can soooo relate to this. Before, I did yoga almost daily - for 10 years, almost daily. I wasn't skinny, I was fit with lovely muscley grooves...now, I can't. I can't be alone with my thoughts, I can't stand the teachers who speak quietly and softly and have a smile like there is nothing in the world bad enough to want to hurl yourself off the nearest bridge. I tried going back after I lost the boys but the teacher always wants to play "get to know you..." I just started to cry and ended up leaving before the class started. Haven't been back since. I'm trying to love this body again but it's hard. It's just so hard.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09619182092725646317noreply@blogger.com