Family Yoga

Today we did something new. The girls and I attended Family Yoga at the YMCA. I liked the structure of the class. The parents were on the mats in back of their children. The instructor asked the children a question at the beginning of class. What is something you like to do? The teacher went through a series of poses. I was trying hard to remember all the names because they were so fun and kid friendly. The poses were incorporated with the ocean wave, sun, moon, tree, earth and sky. After learning the routine the instructor encouraged the kids to be the teacher. I was completely amazed that my shy Ayzia took the initiative of raising her hand. She stood in front of  22 people to share a pose she liked. It was an eye opener for me as to what my children are capable of and what their bodies struggle with.

I should add, it also opened my eyes to how weak my core structure is…I definately got some work to do.


A Past Relived

Below the third stanza is something I wrote on July 2, 2011. It was during a time Mumford and Sons was being heavily used. Recently I came across the document and thought another read through would be fun. Maybe I could even put it on WordPress.

The inner dialog to myself during the read-through went something like this: Hmmm.  I like it, but don’t really get itMaybe I should edit it? I don’t even know where to start, it would be like sending it through the meat grinder. Screw it, I’ll leave it as is.

Back then it was posted at another blog I had. The explanation of why it’s getting re-posted here is not because of it’s potential. It’s because I wrote this a year and a half after my sister died. It wasn’t until recently the cloud of grief lifted. Of course, when thinking of the event it still makes me sad. It always will.  But I wasn’t fully aware of the cloud until it was gone. It was Mumford and Sons who comforted me during this period. So here is my failed attempt to describe how I used their music for healing.


This pip anthology music review has been in my conscience for some time now.

Other artists will be mentioned, but my inspiration is fortified from the band Mumford and Sons. It is to them, I bestow my words.

When Mumford and Sons combobulate their lyrics, vocals, and instruments it enchants me on a metaphysical level. It is as though they’ve lived my life. Watched the entire story recorded behind my eyes, inside my heart and into my mind. If one were able to nuzzle a singing voice, my arms would be around Marcus Mumford’s.

English Folk Pop band was something I looked up to describe what type of genre M&S is. However, genre searching was not how I discovered them. Not quite sure what source it was from, but upon hearing them, I needed more.  Pandora’s station, M&S has a great hodge-podge of music. It’s an eclectic range of rhythmic piano, banjo, cello and violin. The vocals are sensuous. Smiley artists like Penguin Café Orchestra and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros play here.

This station is good for creating, crying, cleaning, and clowning around in the sun.  The music transforms your car into a dance studio. If, at first you go to the station and are displeased, keep listening or try it again another day. If at the least, you will find a new favorite Pandora station within the M&S station.

Listening to their station my thoughts weave in and out of the lyrics, intertwining as one composition.  This is somewhat of how our alphabet letters merge:

Long nights under the stars when babies are born,

Concerts, Kisses, and cones filled with flavored sno,

Convertibles with lots of snarly hair and wind flow,

If one were to Send Me on My Way Back to my Rusted Roots I would be more patient  and less stubborn.

Trying to Sigh No More from death and how it has accompanied me through life. “We are not alone” in each of our sighs. Alongside me some have experienced my same loss and felt it in their own soul somatic sphere. (Mumford and Sons)

At some point and for whatever reason, everyone Sit(s) Down by the Fire. (Veils)


Birthday 35

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I had a lovely 35th birthday. Jake, my husband was in Vancouver for work, so he arranged my mom to come out and stay with me for the weekend. He informed me of this surprise just in time too. It was a challenging day both with my girls and with some personal reflection.  Another year older has never bothered me. I rather enjoyed it. But as life prevails this number has been a difficult one. Two days before the celebrated day, Jake’s phone call came and lifted my spirits. I made cheesy Cauliflower soup. While I was getting a massage at La Costa Resort, Nana and the girls made these delicious red velvet cupcakes. The gifts on the table were more than generous. Some dear friends came in to San Diego. They were here to celebrate a birthday as well and to run in a marathon. They took this pic of us at Torrey Pines State Reserve.

It was wonderful!

PS. I should also give a shout-out to family and friends who wished me happy birthday by card, facebook, phone, and text. It meant a lot to me. This will be an important year for me.

Between Valentine’s Day and Ayzia’s birthday, it was a sweet-filled week.

Momma-Daughter Lovins

Momma-Daughter Lovins

After hitting the sales for her Valentine's outift.

After hitting the sales for her Valentine’s outift.

Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day

Flowers and Chocolate from the hubby.

Flowers and Chocolate from the hubby.


Perfect Birthday weather! We are on our way to go swimming

Perfect Birthday weather! We are on our way to go swimming

Ice Cream Popcicle cake. It was my first time making and using fondant.

Ice Cream Popcicle cake. It was my first time making and using fondant.

Used the paint Nana and Papa gave Ayzia for her birthday to make these pretty little things.

Used the paint Nana and Papa gave Ayzia for her birthday to make these pretty little things.

The Empty Baggie

It’s a journey when discovering something new about prayer. For over a year now Jake and I have been working towards receiving something. For the sake of privacy I’ll refer this something as Precious. It’s been difficult and included lots of praying, pondering, and self-reflecting. Along the way we felt on the right path of doing the right thing. Our hearts were entirely in it and continually striving for good intentions.

At the end of 2012 we had a strong impression we needed to find a new place to live. Not far, but far enough we changed schools for our kids. I equated this urge to mean it would help smooth and quicken our endeavors of obtaining our Precious. We soon realized that our move didn’t make us any closer, it set us back. The result of our endeavors caused too much conflict and our hearts pulled out. Frustration and disappointment settled in. We went to the Lord again in prayer. This time it was to concur we were supposed to stop. After sleeping on the matter, we felt good about not furthering our efforts. It hurt to say goodbye to a dream I kept for 20 years.

Why pray for something and have it feel so right, when the result won’t be the thing you’ve set your heart on? I can’t answer that. But I do have an answer that gave me comfort. Please bear with me as I relate another story. If it sounds off-hand, I assure you it has a point.

Walking up a steep incline to pick my daughter up from school, there was a lady walking four large dogs. Being the animal lover I am, the sight looked friendly. I attempted to congratulate the lady on having wonderful, handsome dogs. A canine approached me. Dogs usually like me, so my thought was, Oh how cute. But apparently it was telling me I was too close because then it bit my inner thigh! I used this situation to teach my children about dog-safety. Our own dog has troubles nipping at small boys and men. Having my own pet dilemmas I know even good dogs bite given the right circumstance.

The girls and I went hiking at the Batiquitos Lagoon. I made sandwiches beforehand because I knew they would gain an appetite. They chose to leave them in the car and eat when we were on our way home. Along the trail, a lady was walking the opposite direction of us. A large brownish-black dog was leashed to her hand. She asked the girls if they wanted to pet him. In unison I said, “I think we’ll pass,” and the girls said, “Sure!” I didn’t feel the need to control the situation. The lady made her dog sit down and the girls were led to pet the dog. It was a good experience for us; another safety-dog lesson learned.

Anticipation for food was high when we got to the car. Unfortunately one of my girl’s sandwiches was nowhere to be found. She prayed to Heavenly Father that she would find her sandwich. I thought it was faithful of her, but didn’t share her same enthusiasm.

When we got to the drive-way of our place, my daughter opened her door. On the cement, there lay a clear baggie. A hole ripped right in the middle, the bag left empty and covered in dog saliva. Each interaction that day led me to the next. In that moment I knew my prayer was answered. God knew the best way I would learn, so he put two important creatures in my life; dogs and children. My feelings of moving to a new place did smooth and speed our process. Instead of obtaining our Precious it was to be able to let it go.