Notes from the yoga mat: Mantra Three

I woke up this morning to hear that fifty eight people in Las Vegas died at a Jason Aldean show with hundreds injured. I found that people I hold close to my heart were okay. Hours later I would hear that Tom Petty died of a coronary event.  Just weeks ago Charles Bradley died of cancer. We have had hurricanes and earth quakes destroying the earth this year as well. We have someone who doesn’t seem to care about people nor our planet sitting in our white house spewing hate and horrible ideas. With so much tragedy it is hard to see the positive in daily life. Negativity is a real bitch, and happens to be very contagious.

There are many things we simply cannot control whether is be a natural or man made force. During this time we can come together to help unfortunate circumstances by donating time/money/clothing/food, etc. We can be good to each other. Take out a do no harm, but take no shit policy. We can also hold gratitude for the time we have shared with others. We can hold gratitude for the way they have inspired us. We can also hold gratitude for what we have, and the fact that we have the opportunity to help others.  I encourage everyone to focus of the positive as much as they can today and the weeks to come. I am not saying to not acknowledge sadness and hurt. I am saying to acknowledge it, let it go, and be proactive in healing in a healthy way.

 

Instead of focusing on the negative, I choose to focus on the positive.

Gratitude is the attitude. -K.K. Powell

 

 

 

 

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Daily Mantra- part deux

A day late and a few more dollars short after martinis on a Friday night, and laughs with friends. A mantra a day late. This is actually perfect. Because yesterday I met my intentions set early in the morning of doing what makes me happy. Doing exactly what I want to do. Apparently not writing yesterday, and living life was just that.

I was recently reading an article about this woman. It went on about the things she wished she told her daughter earlier in life. Never apologize if someone bumps into you. Don’t be sorry for just existing in that space. Never apologize if  you are not sorry. Don’t wear the dress if you won’t want to. If you want pizza, a whole mango, or a pint of ice cream for dinner, then do it. If you hate your job, get a new one. If you hate your life, get a new one! Find things that make you happy.

We get so wrapped up in what we “should do”, that we just do it. Then guess what happens? We end up not being totally happy. Yes I did eat a personal pizza for dinner this week…twice. Now my skirt is a little tight today from overindulging… but god damn it! It was so good. Both times! That is life. Trial and error rarely kills people. Rarely! If it does, I guess it was worth it for the hell of a ride that it could have been? I think/hope you get the picture!

So today’s mantra

Do what you want to do. -K.K. Powell

 “Do anything you wanna do.” -Eddie + the Hot Rods

-K.K. Powell

Today’s mantra

I have started practicing yoga again, which is like turning on the faucet of daily thoughts. This past week I have seen individuals try so hard that they almost kill themselves physically and/or mentally. A friend and I talked about how sometimes you just do your best. I remember trying my best at times where I would make it the easy way out and just shirk it off as, “I did my best.” Then I got older, and realized that wasn’t necessarily the most reliable way of doing things! We all have our good days and our bad days. Some times on a shitty day your best is the easy way out because you just don’t have it in you. BUT, the next day is new, and you can always try to do a little better than you did before. Because a life without challenge is no life at all.

That being said… today’s mantra is-

Always do your best…

but try not to choose the easy way out.

 

-K.K. Powell

 

She who has no name 

Wife, 1920. 


Reminds me of a doctor I used to work with in a teaching hospital. A resident would put their hand on the patients bed. He would snap at the resident to stand back. If he had a ruler he would have likely snapped it upon the residents wrist. Years later I saw this doctor with his wife outside of the hospital at the airport. Naturally I said hello. His wife smiled sweetly. I extended my hand, she accepted. He said smugly, “This is wife.” 

Was he rude? Was he on the spectrum of autism? Was he socially awkward? Who knows? I was not fulfilled with this answer. I said, my name is Keri… I’m sorry I didn’t quite get your name? She replied… but now the name is lost in my memory. 
This is wife. 

Butterfly Wisdom

Today I saw a double swallow tail butterfly come out of her chrysalis. Her wings were drying as she clung to the blades of grass with wings of black, cerulean blue, gold, and fiery orange hues, with dark lavender eyes.  I had been waiting for her to emerge for the longest two weeks ever…at least it felt like it. I pet her as a green and golden caterpillar. I watched the cocoon form, bend, and grow horns. Then today I watched her emerge. A friend said it was messy. Another friend said it was crazy how the cells separate, and reform into this different being.

I think this is a good reminder for us all that sometimes you have to let things die in order to grow those wings and fly. Sometimes things are beautiful and great as is, but when one lets go of outmoded ways they can emerge into something way more beautiful than they had imagined. More importantly you are not stuck to that fennel anymore, because now you can fly!

-K. K. Powell

89 year old Japanese Woman

Every so often my face gets hot, so hot that I can feel my face turning hyper color into a giant tomato. It’s a dead give away if I am embarrassed, or if I have a crush on anybody. My dad says it’s cute. I think it’s a fucking curse. But sometimes it gets the best of me, and turns out being pretty funny. Now, I talk to a lot of people day in, and day out. I got that from my mom. We literally talk to anybody we think could be remotely interesting. Variety is the spice of life! So I am having a conversation with an 89 year old Japanese woman, and boy did she get the best of me. Yet I am still single while there are homeless people who smell like hot garbage that have girlfriends and boyfriends. Even Charles Manson has women lined up at his cell door. My friend Anna says I am too picky. Okay fine. Anyhow, yet again, I digress. Here the story goes…

89 year old- Are you married?

Me- No ma’am.

89 year old- Ohhhhhhhhhh

Me- (laughing a little at her reaction)

89 year old- But you so pretty. I don’t get it. So sexxxxxy.

Me- You’re killing me! (laughing, I bury my head into my red hair trying to camouflage the red hot face) Thank you for the compliment. Your flattery is too much!

89 year old- (still perplexed) I have a son, but you are too pretty for him. Oh so pretty! So sexy! I don’t get it?

Me-  I don’t get it either.

Enters son… the 89 year old Japanese woman stops and changes the subject quickly.

 

-K.K. Powell