New Way to Do Your Resolutions!

January 1^st can be a day to celebrate all things new and hopefully is a happy day for most people. However if you step on a scale or look in the mirror or check your bank account on the 1^st, likely you have a revelation – and it is not good. That is when you think – something has to change – I have to change and I resolve to do so in the coming year!!! Alas, they say most resolutions are dropped within three to four weeks and we slide back into our old ways….

This year I decided to do resolutions differently and have been relatively successful – at least most weeks I am!  I decided that if I could do one thing each week, make one small change and commit to it for five of the seven days and have it take less than ten minutes, I could do it! And I bet you can too!

Here’s the idea – write down about 20 -25 things you would like to do/improve/increase or decrease in ANY area of your life. Some examples might include eating one more serving of vegetables/fruits per day, drinking more water, less TV time, more reading, more steps, more hugging, more compliments, less coffee (Oh no never!), you get the idea…. Write these on a sheet of paper and cut them into slips and put them in a mason jar. Then, once a week pick one out and complete that task for that week only!

Now why I suggest writing down only 20 to 25 is that you will want to go thru your tasks twice in that given year and you likely need a week or two off. Twenty to twenty-five times two is 40 – 50 weeks of tasks.

So…. Tell me why you can’t do one thing for ten minutes or less, for five to seven days for one week???

Try this new way to do new year’s resolutions and let me know how its working for you!

Yoga and Sky-diving - One and the other

What do yoga and sky-diving have in common??

Your answer to this question might be – Oh heavens, not much! But I beg to differ….

My friend and I decided that for our 50^th B-day we would go sky-diving… her motivation was to overcome any fears she has about anything- to live her life without regrets and the “if onlys”. My motivation was to see if I was brave enough to overcome my fear of heights and to experience this thrill at least once in my life.

In preparation of this event I did a great deal of thinking about how I would feel and how I would deal with how I would feel going into this. My main feeling was fear – fear of throwing up, fear of having a strap come loose, fear of the parachute not opening, fear of breaking a leg, an arm, my neck, my back… you get the idea… but I was also so very, very excited to do this… and I had the choice… the choice to live with the fears or to hold onto the excitement for this new adventure.

Beginning my practice of hot yoga was a bit like this. A year ago I had seen the sign for “Dragonfly Hot Yoga Coming Soon” on Hwy PD. I was apprehensive if I could do this. I had visions of pencil thin, bendy girls in scant outfits doing Dancer poses and inversions that I could never hope to achieve. But I was also curious about this new place and the opportunity to expand my options for health and fitness. So, holding onto the curiosity versus the fear, I stopped by one day before they were open and … well the rest is history…

I have to add that my yoga practice had a definite and direct impact on my sky-diving experience. Having gone to Dragonfly, having experienced Fire and Flow and Yin and having survived (!) I knew I could try more new things. Not only did I achieve physical strength and flexibility, but mental strength and flexibility as well. Holding Yin poses for five minutes gives one lots of time to think and to participate in self-talk. You have a choice here – either repeat that you are strong and capable, or that the pain (“delicious discomfort”) is going to kill you (not). 

The days before my sky-diving jump, & while in the plane, I had the choice to tell myself I could be excited and fearless, or nervous and nauseous and fearful. I made the choice to be excited and …. The rest is history!! (Ujjayi breathing also helped!)

Safe in His hands

Safe in His hands…
Many years ago I was coordinator for the Meals for the Homeless program at First Prez Church in Waunakee. This meant getting the volunteers together to cook, deliver and serve the meal to about 100 men at Grace Church in Madison one Thursday per month. I loved doing this job! I especially enjoyed joining the men as they ate their dinners and hearing their stories.

I will always remember one particular night serving at Grace. It was in January and the temp outside was below zero with a “wind chill-you-to-the-bone”. At times like this the shelter was open long before dinner time to let the men come inside and relax where it is warm. In addition, at times like this they ignore the 100 bed limit and let anyone in. They may end up sleeping on the floor in the hallway, but at least they are somewhere warm!

Now to understand the set-up, the kitchen where food is served is closed off from the small dining/bunk area. The men sit and eat on just a few dining tables in this separate room or eat sitting on their bunk bed. After dinner is served to all the men it was time for lights out (about 9:15PM) and I went to the dining/bunk room to wash down the tables. The only lights on were those of the vending machines – just enough for me to see the crumbs. As I washed the tables and quietly moved the chairs under the tables I heard the faint sound of a few men snoring. I stopped what I was doing and just listened. It was so peaceful - it was so quiet – so quiet I could hear the men breathing deep and fast asleep.

An overwhelming feeling came over me. Here was a room and a hallway full of men who had no other place to go. They had all of their worldly belongings with them under their heads as a pillow. They were fast asleep in the warmth and safety of this room. What amazed me was that they felt secure enough to even fall asleep – besides the fact that their bellies were full and they were probably extremely exhausted. I had a sense of a God moment then. I sensed His presence holding each and every one of the men in His hand – allowing them to feel the warmth, and trusting enough to sleep soundly where they were at that moment – not worrying about what had happened during the day or fearing about tomorrow. It reminded me of how my own children would fall fast asleep in as babies – trusting and warm cradled in my arms…This is how I imagined God was holding them.

I held onto that moment as long as I could and then got back to the work at hand. But I will often come back to this memory in times when I am troubled. I know that I can trust that God is holding me in His hands, just as I have held my babies, and as He held and took care of those men that night. What an awesome feeling!

What kind of map reader are you?

So, what kind of “map reader” are you? Do you like to see the big picture or is it enough to focus on just where you are at the moment?

I traveled a great deal this spring and it was interesting to think about reading maps along the way…. I had two trips; one was a trip with my students to Ohio and the other was a trip with my dad from Kansas to Wisconsin. For both trips, we navigated with a real highway map….(no GPS for us!)

For the student trip, we had to drive to Columbus, Ohio and I was in a van with 6 other people. Two of us were the designated drivers for the nine – hour trip. Jenn, my co-pilot sat up front and kept up lively conversation to keep me awake and alert. (Not too soon after taking off the van fell into a quiet hush as the 5 other people fell asleep!) I had printed out an 8 ½ x 11” page of directions from Google and we also had maps of Illinois and Indiana… As we proceeded on the trip, Jenn got out the maps and unfolded them for easier viewing… What was interesting is that she unfolded them to see a wide view of about ½ the state at a time…. rather than focusing on the little 4 x 6” of map we needed to see…(Google map size). The reason I thought this was interesting is because I too like to see the big picture of where I am going and where I am related to the area around me. I have always been directionally challenged (California is on the East Coast right???) (My daughter Theresa also shares this unfortunate trait with me, but that is another story…) For me, I have to have practically the entire map open to “see” where I am…. While the trip was pretty straight forward, it was fun to get there the “old-fashioned way”. Jenn said she collects maps, so at the gas station in Ohio I bought her a map to add to her collection!

A few weeks later I had the chance to travel with my dad back from Arizona and I was the official map reader….(yes I realized we needed to head East to get home ;-) We did get lost within the first 20 miles on our first day (missed a sign for a turn onto the highway – easy to do amongst construction and the fact that all the roads looked alike! Believe me it is not like the interstate system here in WI!) Once we realized we were on the wrong road (Hmmmm why haven’t we seen any other semis on the road for a while?!!?) we had to turn around (the 37 foot motor home plus the car) on a two lane farm road. According to the map, we could take a short cut to get back onto the highway – if the map was right… and we hoped the short cut was not another farm road! As we proceeded to head back to get onto the right road, dad asked me how far the shortcut was… being funny I said “oh about ½” inch” ha ha… the joke was, for the rest of the trip if he asked me how far we had to go I gave him the distance in inches….

At a rest stop in Kansas, I thought of Jenn and grabbed a map for her – just in case she didn’t have one for Kansas!

So, what kind of “map reader” are you? Do you like to see the big picture or is it enough to focus on just where you are at the moment? Or do you depend on your technology to get you where you need to go? But the most important question of all is…. Do you know how to refold that map???#@#!?

A Different Kind of Valentine

Sunday was a difficult day in Church. We had the sermon based on 1 Corinthians:Chapter 13 - also know as the “love chapter”. Not exactly the favorite of a single girl the day before Valentine’s Day. I was especially touched by the sermon because it talked about what God really means by love but then was drawn to tears as the versus 4-8 were put to music. I know it was a God moment as the words” love never fails” was sung and the overwhelming feeling of failure of love in my life came over me. I could not fight back the tears. I felt like I had failed at love in my life and that I had also failed to not feel that the love of God was enough…it was awful. At the end of church I had to just be alone and sit for awhile so I went into a quiet room off of the atrium. I cried silent tears for a short time and prayed for comfort. As I settled down I opened my eyes and looked out into the atrium. There was a man holding a baby girl on his shoulder. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, sleeping on his shoulder. All of a sudden I thought of the love I have for my children and how I felt when I held them as babies in my arms or as they slept on my shoulder. I also thought to myself that this is how God is holding me now. I could feel his love as he holds me close in his arms. It brought me great comfort. But that is not the end of my story….



As I was leaving to go downstairs a little boy all bundled up in his winter coat and hat came toddling over to me…he was about a year old and so adorable! His parents were close behind and didn’t mind that I bent over to talk to him…He looked up at me and then of all the wonderful things he could have done he lifted up his arms for me to pick him up! His mom said that was “so cute” and I did not want to freak them out so I did not pick him up… but again he looked at me and lifted his arms for me to pick him up…. At that point I asked if it was Ok to pick him up…she said OK, “he’s never done that before”… and I then picked him up. He immediately hugged me and put his head on my shoulder…Then he picked his head up and gave me a smile. I tried to turn to his mom to give him to her but again he gave me a hug! Yes indeed tears came to my eyes… at that point I did manage to have his mom take him gently from me. I told her that he was truly an angel and he made my day more than she would ever know.

Yes love is a difficult thing…but if we ask for it, love will be brought to us – and I have the faith and the hope that God will provide all the love I need in His own way…
So Happy Valentine’s day!


4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

A prayer answered in the sweetest way!

I used to live in Waunakee and when I lived in the country we had an owl that often visited. Then when I moved in the city limits to my surprise there was an owl that lived in my neighborhood. I loved hearing it hoot at night, and even sometimes when I was walking the dog very early in the morning... Something about the hoot of the owl was very comforting to me.

The other morning I was walking Toby and I said to myself how much I missed the sound of the owl...I sometimes long to be back in the country to hear this and to see wildlife...I have seen a hawk by the apartment, but never thought an owl would be in the area. I was really missing this for some reason on this particular day.

I actually had the thought "wouldn't it be nice if I could hear that sound again"



Would you believe that at 3:45 this morning I woke up suddenly and did not know why... as I lay there I heard the unmistakable and very loud hoot of an owl!!!! Yes indeed! It must have been right in the tree outside my patio or on the roof top next door because it was so loud! I listened for its repeated hoot and very soon the call went from being right there by my apartment to a bit further away, then softer, still further away...until I could not hear it anymore

It was so amazing and still makes me smile just thinking about it...

In the meantime....

In the meantime…..
What do you do when you are struggling with reaching a goal, or finding a relationship, or getting work done on a long range project?

You find yourself in this limbo…. Waiting for others to complete something, waiting for the results to show up, waiting for the stats to be compiled, waiting for the pounds or inches to drop, waiting for the phone call or e-mail or card…

How do you handle “in the meantime?” I think this is a very stressful time and very difficult to sit back and let the process proceed as it should. In the meantime can be paralyzing I think. So this is what I will do with my “meantime”:

While I am waiting for the person to handle the details of one event, I will begin another project.
In the meantime I will file things that have been sitting around for months, answer e-mails, and get ready for the new students.

While I am waiting for the scale to show the results of my workouts, in the meantime I will remember to drink my water and limit my portions. In the meantime I will pack my gym back and go to the club – even if it is only for ½ hour and I am tired!

While I am waiting for my dream man to show up, in the meantime I will be as friendly and fun towards others because you never know…
In the meantime, I will enjoy my time with my kids, my walks with Toby, coffee on my deck and a bike ride on the bike trails…

In the meantime I will take care of myself and not be paralyzed by the waiting. I will move forward and not sit still waiting. In my meantime I will make to most of the break I have been given because activity is right around the corner and perhaps I will wish for this “meantime” back again!