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category: baby

Conversations with a Two-Year Old

Part One: Muffins

Stan: Holden, what would you like to do?

Holden: Make MUFFINS!

S: Okay, well, just give me a moment to get a few things ready.


S: Yay! Okay, just let me get a few things…


S: Yep, make muffins.


S: (rushing) Okay we are going to make muffins…


S: Just let me grab the flour and your chair so you can help mix.


S: Okay, no problem – look I am ready.Now you can help me mix.

H: (stops crying) Make MUFFINS!

Part Two: Grilling

Stan: What is your favourite colour?

Holden: Blue

S: What is your favourite animal?

H: Crocodile

S: What do you want to be for Hallowe’en?

H: Peacock

S: What is your favourite food?

H: Monkeys.

Part Three: Driving

(We go under a bridge)

Holden: Dark!

Stan: It is dark under the bridge.

H: Bye bye dark!

(We pass a crying baby)

Holden: Sad

Stan: Yeah, that baby was sad.

H: Baby sad.

H: Bye Bye sad!

category: baby

This morning I woke up in my own bed. The air was cold as I swung my legs out from under the warmth of our blankets. It was so dark outside and I had a wistful autumn feeling. I’m not sure if I was ill prepared for October because we missed the soft landing of September to take us out of summer.

Here time works a little differently than in Mysore. Once I wake up, the day just tumbles out of bed with me, sending one thing into my path after the next. After I am finished picking everything up I am back in bed again. In Mysore, I kept finding myself in bed, but more because I couldn’t think of anything else to do. My morning practice seemed years away from standing on our roof looking at the bats swoop overhead before bedtime. And people here rush in a different way. There seems to be an industrial focus on saving time and energy (human not fuel). My stove has five burners. I love my stove and I often feel like I need all five – but there are only 4 of us. What could I possibly make that would require five burners? Could I really divide my attention between five bubbling, simmering things? Is that where my time goes – split focus on fifty separate time-saving appliances?

There is rush in India too, absolutely. I always feel a little rushed in and out of KPJAYI. Most of the rickshaw drivers I have encountered have an awful combination of intolerance for stopping and a complete lack of risk aversion and they would rather put everyone’s life on the line to avoid waiting for three seconds for a vehicle/cow/human to move out of the way.

Now we are back, the summer is over, our trip to India is over, we ate an impressive amount over the weekend and celebrated our lives in Toronto. Next up is Hallowe’en and after that family birthdays and after that something else and something else and something else. And that something else, will sit in my hands for just a brief moment, fluttering as I hold it gently before it is gone again.

Next summer will be different than last. Not in the way that everyday is different and we never step in the same river blah blah. But really and truly different. Holden will be three and into other things. We will all have different but manageable parenting stresses. That summer, kicking the ball around the yard and splashing at the water table, newspaper scattered in pieces on the porch is gone. Did I know then that it would never come back?

Part of the sadness of having kids is that feeling looking back – even though you were tired, frustrated and distracted sometimes – looking back  you know you were happy. Like really sweetly perfectly happy. And I was too caught up in all the burners to really notice.

categories: Ashtanga yoga, Mysore

Y’all can line up to touch my damn feet. I am the authority.

Actually, I’m a white girl from Canada who knows nothing. But I am so grateful for this practice and the Jois family for teaching me.

Time to pack up and go! The journey to Bangalore was fraught with anxiety and craziness. This picture is just a small indication of what the rest of the day was like. But I had a hot shower and there is a cold beer beside me. Everything is going to be okay.

See you on the other side!

Two practices to go, before the marathon home starts. Going home is usually a bit easier because you have been camping in Mysore for the last month and are used to cramped quarters and a natural suspicion of any food you are given. Today was led primary for me, but I rush out atfter urdhva danurasana so that David can make it in time for practice. I had a weird sideways spot in the room that was hot with the occasional blast of cold stinky air from the bathroom – so my practice was a bit ridiculous. But I still like practicing to Sharath’s count.

My cold that turned into a sinus infection that ebbed back into a head cold has now evolved into a bronchial hacking cough that actors use in movies to indicate their characters are dying soon. I’m sad to leave my practice here, but if I don’t eat something green soon, I might actually perish.

Holden’s Walk for Farm Animals was a success. We took a rickshaw out to Chamundi HIll and we made it up – okay maybe 50 steps. We didn’t see any monkeys at first, which was totally disconcerting, because usually they are all up in your shit there. Instead the steps were occupied by goat families. When we got down we saw some monkeys hopping around and eating the bugs off each other.  Holden was only groped by one person, before David pushed them off – which is an improvement on our other experiences of tourist destinations in Mysore. Holden also raised almost $1400 for charity, which is awesome, and can be mostly attributed to the greatness of his hair

Last night while reading No Roses For Harry.

Holden: There? (points to a picture of a man in a store)

Stan: That is a man going shopping.

H: There?

S: That is a family going shopping.

H: Shopping. There?

S: That is a lady going shopping.

H: There?

S: I think everyone on the street is doing a bit of shopping.

H: (points to cats) Cat.

S: What do you think the cats are doing?

H: Shopping.

S: What do the cats need to buy at the store?

H: Brushes.

True say, Holdy, true say.