Because Life Is Beautiful: A Story You Need To Hear

Today I was walking back to work after a 10-minute break. And I was worrying – as I so often tend to do – about nothing in particular. Then I saw a lady in a crop top that said “Life Is Beautiful.” And it’s almost a cliche at this point and people say it all the time, so much so that I think we’re deaf to it.

But for some reason today I took note. It was more than a message on a $20 tee that a tall lady was wearing to show off her belly button; it was 75 degrees and sunny and in the city of my dreams. And fuck yeah: Life is beautiful. 

Even on the worst day, even on a day when you want to sit home and sulk, even on the day that’s the worst break up of your life ever, even on the most horrible day imaginable – life is still, beautiful.

And no, that’s not the story that you need to hear. The blond in the crop top was totally a prelude. That was just the first time that message became clear to me. The second was when my Facebook feed started blowing up about Zach. A kid, a teenage kid who is an example of how huge and wonderful and extraordinary life can be – even if it’s shorter than planned.

Zach died yesterday of cancer, but that’s far from the most interesting thing about him. The thing that sets this guy apart is how he lived. 

So if ever you’re going to click any link for any video let this be the one. Because in case you missed the message when it walked by you today allow this to be your second reminder: Life is beautiful. It may be, among other things, short or hard or exhausting – but above all else it is beautiful. 

XO
Heather C

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
-Emily Dickinson

Rest peacefully, Zach.

Don’t Be The Don’t Teacher

That awkward moment when your yoga teacher yells at you…

Don’t open your eyes.
Don’t breathe through your mouth.
Don’t leave during savasana.
Don’t skip this pose.
Don’t do that variation.
And most sinful of all – don’t go for handstand. 

HANDSTAND!?

Yesterday I took a class from a woman who can only be described as cold. And, ok, she didn’t go so far as to forbid handstand, but she didn’t offer it in a level 2/3 class either. And that wasn’t even what I liked least about her…

She walked into the studio and began creating this really wonderful analogy that tied in her personal life and everything… but I’ll never remember it clearly because in the middle of this wonderful story she basically yelled at us to close our eyes and meditate. Heyyyy there gal, are we in a yoga class or a court ordered bootcamp?

She was being more passive aggressive than militant, I guess, but I still didn’t really want to listen to her from that awkward start onward. And as I was with my bud who’s in a teacher training at the studio with this particular instructor I think it’s important to underline the importance of being as open a teacher as you are a student.

What if (as a student) I don’t want to close my eyes? What if they flutter when I’m trying to meditate and I find it distracting? Granted yesterday I felt more than pleased to close my eyes (I’d been awake since 6am), but from the moment she took a sharp tone about someone else’s eyeballs I felt on edge… you know, that wonderful feeling you pay $20 for… NOT.

Here’s my number one thing as a teacher – this is the student’s practice. As a teacher I can’t possibly know what feels good for 20 other human people, I can’t know where they’re coming from, or how they like to practice. And I really don’t want to attach my ego to what they do.

A teacher of mine put it best: Yoga is the water, the teacher is just the faucet. 

So, please – new teachers, old teachers, potential teachers and lovers of yoga: ‘Don’t be the don’t teacher.’ Don’t do a lot of other awful things too, like don’t be passive aggressive, or dismisive, or cold, or awkward, or kinda rude… but most especially don’t assume you know what a student feels or needs. Ask them! Ask questions; suggest options; give explanations – but don’t be that ballet-teacher-like-lady (or gent!) at the front of the room with a stick shouting out instructions. It’s not group choreography, at the end of the day it’s not even a group activity and it’s most importantly not about you (the teacher) – it’s about them (your students). Don’t demand things of your students – offer them poses and see how they respond. Correct alignment, assist in deepening postures, guide your students but don’t hit them over the head with your instruction like it’s a very soft spoken but sharp and pointy bat.

No one wants to be hit over the head at all… ever… but least of all during yoga.

Be yourself… unless your self sucks, then be a hermit or a recluse, not a teacher of yoga…

Yoga teachers, students and people – be wonderful, open, intelligent, loving, fun and yourself. But por favor – don’t be the don’t teacher. 

XO
Heather C

Miles Away, But With Me Every Day

I haven’t lived in the same house as my mom in over half a decade. I don’t eat dinner with her; I don’t go for car rides with her; or routinely chat over lunch. We haven’t even lived on the same land mass since I was 20 or so.

And every time I think about my friends whose mothers live a couple streets over or even just a drive away, I get a little jealous. But life seems to just have landed me in NYC and her in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

And while it isn’t easy not to see her all the time; and it makes it hard to celebrate holidays or birthdays or mother’s day I do know one thing: I’m doing exactly what she wants me to do. I’m doing what she raised me to do. I’m chasing my fucking dreams. And she’s there with me every single day. Cheering for me. Giving me advice. Shouting fearlessly as I make terrible mistakes that she’ll help me fix. We have half a world between us, but it never feels like it.

this sunset is not only for you, ma... it's because of you.

this sunset is not only for you, ma… it’s because of you.

This occurred to me when I was on a 6-mile run tonight. As I was pounding the pavement, putting one foot in front of the other across my favorite new NYC feature (the BK bridge) I got to thinking about my Dear Sweet Ma – and all she’s done for me.

And when I look back on my life and what it was like when she was right there with me and what it’s like now that she’s an ocean away I realize not too much has changed. Because I don’t have to see her every day to know she’s proud of me. And we don’t have to gab over sandwiches twice weekly for me to know how much she cares, supports and encourages me.

My Mom’s so F-ing inspiring she’s motivating me from across the world.

And I hope that it goes without saying, and that she knows every day –  no matter how far away she ever is, everything I do is because of her.

When I get on the right subway car, that’s her common sense.
When I smile at a stranger, that’s her infectious personality.
When I holler at a creep, that’s her gumption.
When I write anything down, that’s her story-telling. 

No matter where I go or where she and my dad end up – I am who I am because of she and my dad’s unyielding compassion, dedication, support, and most of all love.

So thanks for everything Madre (and Pa). You may be an ocean away, but you’re thought of daily… and very, very dearly.

Thanks for giving us 2-hour lectures  even when we seemed like we weren’t listening. Thanks for taking 10-years away from your career to put just as much thought and effort into raising us to be loving, considerate, intentional people. Thank you for always letting me follow my dreams – even when they seem a little vague or took me so far away. Thank you for teaching me how to be friendly to strangers. Thank you for giving me the charisma to smile in the face of change and thank you for demanding that I be cautious and fearless at the same time.

My family is so lucky to have this lady in our lives. She is most certainly one of a kind. And I mean no offense when I say quite assuredly – she is the best mother in the world.

Happy mother’s day mom!
XO,
The Baby

I love you forever
I like you for always,
As long as I’m living,
My momma you’ll be.

 

Just Look Up

Tonight I was going for a run after a long day at (my wonderful) work. It was about 10pm and as I was winding through downtown towards the Brooklyn Bridge I looked up and saw the city of my dreams all lit up. New York City being perfect and sparkly and wonderful just for me.  With the sweet sounds of Blink 182 (my forever favorite band) and other delightful artists blaring in my headphones I couldn’t help but smile – because this, NYC, those lights, that skyline and sparkle, has been my dream since I was 16-years-old at least.

So no, I don’t mean “look up” to a higher power. Or “look up” for a hero. Or “look up” anything in the dictionary when you’re confused… I mean look the fuck up at life. It’s easy to get lost in what you’re doing, whether you’re doing it for a day, several months or a lifetime. Don’t forget to look up from your daily tasks, don’t forget to take a moment at your desk and look out the window. Don’t get so lost in the routine of one task, one day, one week that you forget what you’re living for.

I started out tonight running for the numbers – the calories burned, the time spent elevating my heart-rate, the miles traveled – but right at the start of this ‘mundane number run’ I was hit over the head with the real reason I do anything: My dreams. Suddenly my run was about a lot more than chasing numbers.

I challenge you, on this a Tuesday night in the middle of any old regular week, to look up, look around, sit up and listen to what makes your life so utterly, shockingly perfect in this exact moment. Whether you’re living in the metropolis of your dreams, or diving into the nether regions of the ocean to chase after them, or are in the middle of Kansas raising the kids you’ve always wanted… take a moment to just love the shit out of all of it. Don’t get lost in your ‘To Do list’. Don’t let the numbers get in the way of remembering what they stand for.

Look up and thank whoever it is you believe in for what you’re seeing.

Because one minute you’re just going about your life, running along like it’s any other Tuesday… and the next you’re counting the number of tiny little lights that make up the most perfect skyline in the world. And you’re right there in the middle of it. And it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Keep dreaming, yogis!

XO
Heather C

A Shout Out For Gratitude

There are weeks when you step back and you just have to wonder what the fuck is going on? Bombs in Boston, explosions in Texas and that’s all on top of the problems that are always hanging around us – you know, AIDS, global hunger, child slavery, oppression…

It’s easy to get lost and awash in the world’s problems, because let’s be totally blunt: there’s a shit ton of them. It’s often much easier to feel doomed and gloomy rather than thankful and positive for what doesn’t suck. But in yoga we teach a practice of meditation, we teach mindfulness, and we teach gratitude. Creating your perspective of the world is something you have to work on daily. The natural reaction to a disaster isn’t always the right one – for example obsessive worry and anxiety is how I deal with a bombing in the city my boyfriend lives in when I can’t be there with him. But how does me obsessively calling him or freaking out and panicking and sweating really serve him? How does it serve me? How does it serve the people who have lost limbs or their lives or loved ones in Boston?

Answer: It’s just doesn’t.

Being mindful of what you’re creating, of who you’re being, of how you’re reacting is a fundamental teaching of yoga – or at least in my opinion. It’s about harnessing all the crazy energy in your head and directing it thoughtfully rather than randomly. It’s basically about living intentionally.

Maaaybe I’m getting a little out there, but stick with me. If I can turn my natural reaction to disaster (anxiety, obsessive worrying and perfuse sweating) into something positive (i.e. gratitude) isn’t that a much better use of my time? Doesn’t that serve me better? Doesn’t that make me a better girlfriend to my boyfriend? And doesn’t that make me a much better person for this world? I’m not talking about abstract “energy” or “vibes” or hippy bull shit. I’m talking about actual, real change for the better. 

That being said – I’m taking my concern over what’s going down in Boston (right this very second) and using that nervous energy for something better than hand wringing and hyperventilation:

Things I am grateful for

My family | My amazing job & coworkers | Freedom | Running | Chips and Salsa | Heros | My guinea pig Laird | Living with my sister | New York | Moments when people are completely honest with me | My optimism | Spell check | My health | Today | Climbing ropes | Having had a best friend since I was a kid | Oh, my childhood | Living in Hawaii | My friends from Hawaii | College | My college friends | Really cold water |Air conditioning in the summer | Heaters in the winter | Coffee & chai tea | James |Summer time | Tri-color noodle salad | My friends |All my yesterdays | Challenging people who make me thankful for my point of view | Writing | Comfortable shoes | Uncomfortable beautiful shoes that I can’t walk in | Handstands | Subway sandwiches when I’m hung over | Yoga | That time my sister and James got into a snowball fight in the middle of a blizzard | Nail polish | My family dog, Petula | How bomb ass awesome my grammy was | My oldest sister’s advice | My goals | My education | My curiosity | The fact that I’m weird | The fact that there are people who can appreciate that I’m so weird | Laughing until my stomach hurts and I almost pee my pants | Nancy Colvin’s lectures | Sunsets | Carbohydrates | Inspiring people | Great quotes | Dumbledore (he does exist) | My dad for being so calm and inspiring | I really love my planner | Good cleaning tools | Crystal Lake | My old truck, Great Grey | Peace.

And that’s just a drop in the bucket. Can you make a longer list than this?

I should think so!

Sending all this grateful energy to Boston, to my family… to the f-ing world.

XO
Heather C

 

What To Do When Murphy Attacks

Murphy’s Law states that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

And I’m not sure if I’m related to this fellow Murphy or if he just really has it in for me, but it seems that when one thing in my life goes wrong everything else tends to follow.

It’s never just that I have a messy room, it’s that I have a messy room, my computer and phone stop working and I sit on a large black fellow on the subway by mistake. It’s never just that I can’t make it to yoga it’s that I can’t make it to yoga, I mismanage my finances by hundreds of dollars and am being attacked by a mountain of laundry so enormous it probably weighs as much as me (which, incidentally in this scenario will be 1o lbs more than I want to weigh).

And I’m not asking the very obvious question of why does this happen, because the answer, my friends, is very clear – that I’m terrible at adulthood. I’m asking what do I do when my life slowly but surely starts to do this kind of weird whirlpool of chaos scenario that ends in about a million phone calls from curious debt collectors and upsetting amounts of dust in the corners of my bedroom.

So, I’ve created this list of reminders as an attempt to get my free-spirited yoga ass in line.

1 – You can only do one thing at once. It’s that simple. The human brain can only hold a single thought at a time and the human body can only be in one place at one time. So from here on out when I’m doing something I am doing that one thing and nothing more. When I’m talking to a friend I am present because that friend is talking to me and deserves my full attention. When I’m composing an email to a coworker I am not also eating a sandwich and pouring more coffee down my throat and all over my computer. When I’m writing a blog post I am not also composing rampant and terrifying to do lists in my head…

2 – Ask for what you need. If you don’t you’re just going to have to beg for what you need more urgently in the future. We’re human beings and we all need a little help from our friends, coworkers and family, so ask for it before it becomes such an urgent situation that instead of being composed about it you start sobbing hysterically and crawling across the floor bellowing about how you need help. Get preemptive with your drama and be clear about what the situation is and what other people can do to help you. Challenging as it may be living is something that for the most part is done with other human beings, so embrace it.

3 - Calm down. To touch on the point above, a personal crisis only gets more dramatic if you respond to it with tears, hyperventilation and a total mental break down. It’s like when you’re in college and you’re pulling an all nighter for the test you have at 8am and at 4am you realize you’re not even half way through the material. For whatever reason your first reaction is to sob and freak out and lose it completely but then you’ll just be an additional 15 minutes behind schedule. Best to stand up, stretch, take a breath and get what you can get done done because…

4 – Accept that there’s no going back. The situation is the situation is the situation. You can’t go back to 23 and start being more reasonable about your student loan payments. And you can’t go back in time and unsay that embarrassing thing you might have said… and you can’t unsit on a stranger’s lap on the subway when the car moved suddenly when you weren’t ready. Sometimes things just happen and you have to deal with the consequences. The most important thing is that you learn from the past. If you haven’t done that, don’t freak out about it (that goes totally against this advice I’m giving you), just keep it in mind moving forward. Dive into the shame of the problems you’ve been having and swim around in there until you’re quite at home.

5 – Count your blessings. Because no matter how bad things may be or how messy you’ve allowed your life to get chances are you have a lot more than a lot of people. So take a moment and just be happy with what you have. Look at your life from the outside in and appreciate it. It’s easy to get tied up in our mistakes or bogged down with our missteps or pissed off about our fuck ups, what’s not so easy but a hell of a lot more graceful is to be able to admit your mistakes and face them head on. Clean up your mess with a smile on your face and you’ll be surprised at how much respect people will have for you. After all, everyone loves a comeback, no one can deny the brilliance of an underdog and there’s nothing more rewarding than coming a long way up from rock bottom.

The bottom line is that every day is a new beginning and a brand new chance to get it right. Everyone has messed up at least once. Everyone has been at a point where they feel pretty sure that they’re in a hole that can’t be gotten out of — but they did.

So when Murphy comes to call and you’re not ready for him (because when are you ever really ready for everything to go wrong?) look him in the eye and say “Oh hey, buddy!” and then kick his ass one problem at a time as calmly as you can with help from your friends as you deal with everything in the moment while count your blessings…GASP – that was a lot of advice in one sentence.

So that being said… I think I’ll clean my room before I head to yoga and then to work!

XO
Heather C

Keep Running, Keep Loving

The thing that stands out most for me in the midst of the most recent unbelievable tragedy in Boston is the number of people who stepped up to do good — even in the face of such unthinkable evil. It’s terrible that it only takes one person dropping bombs into trash cans to cause mayhem and chaos, but what isn’t terrible, what is truly great and inspiring and equally unbelievable is the number of people prepared to lend a hand in that same chaos.

The world we live is doesn’t always make sense. People do crazy, selfish, unreasonable and horrible things that make us all question humanity, but the light in this world is the number of people prepared to put themselves in danger to undo even the nastiest of things. We see it time and again in every tragedy that comes up — people running towards the danger, people carrying others from the rubble, people putting other people’s well being before their own safety. And those people are the measure of our society.

So I’ll always be horrified by the terrible things that people are capable of. My jaw will drop every time someone walks into a school and starts shooting children. My eyes will water every time I hear of someone blowing up a celebration of dedication and pursuit of excellence. My heart will drop when I think about how easy it is to do such terrible things. But what I will always return to, what will always console me, what will always give me hope is that there are more people willing to help in those situations even though helping is 100 times harder than being the person behind the chaos.

It is not easy to be a hero and yet every time something like this happens hundreds of them show up out of no where. People that were just spectators become brave beyond belief. So I choose to celebrate the heros. I choose to stand with the people who make a difference. And I choose not to live into the fear of being blown up or shot at. I choose hope.

A picture of the boston marathon finish line that I took for a friend the day before the explosions. Still living in disbelief.

A picture of the boston marathon finish line that I took for a friend the day before the explosions. Still living in disbelief.

I implore all runners to sign up for the next marathon and give a whole hearted, passionate, loud as hell fuck you to the person who chose terror over peace. I implore all people to live for the heros and the peace keepers. Because what I go to bed every night thankful for is that for every nut job with a backpack and a bomb there are about 1,000 decent human beings who honor and respect their fellow man and will go to any lengths to help anyone.

In the face of terror do what you do every day better than you did it the day before. Be more thankful than you were yesterday. And help more people today than you did all last week. Keep running, keep loving, keep hoping and keep dreaming — because giving up on those things, quitting because you’re scared of the terrorists is far more frightening than the fact that evil exists.

“Be the change that you want to see in this world.” It’s a simple quote – but Ghandi knew what the fuck he was talking about.

Thinking of Boston,
Heather C

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