May 15, 2016

Menopause, a poem by LJM

She sometimes makes your eyes roll and you just don’t understand
The fact that her hormones are slipping through her hand

She wakes each morning although in a fog

She never really sleeps anymore like that proverbial "log"

She eats very little yet gains quite the pounds

The scale jumps up and the needle goes round

How does the number rise so fast with just a few meals

Its like the her metabolism has stalled at the wheel

Don't get me started about keeping fit
The hour long aerobics doesn't seem to do a bit

The work days seem longer yet sadly mine are shorter
How is it by the end all I have energy for is watching "Hoarders"*?

As each day comes to a close she wonders where it went 
It started up early but then the time was all spent

She takes a deep breath and looks for her keys 

Wonders about dinner and sees the skin drooping at her knees

Some might say it all comes with age
That menopause is just a new page 

But what it is really is quite a thought,

Yes, oh what it is really, is....

Oh dang...she forgot.

Linda J Matsko © 2016


May 6, 2016

Ashtanga, Hatha, Bikram and now Jackson…

So many types of yoga, at home, I put in the DVD and Rodney Yee* tells me to “lay on your back, legs extended, feet flexed for ‘reclined mountain pose’, arms above your head, hands flexed…” wait, there’s something there,  a furry chin, wanting a rub. I wiggle my finger a bit and his head rests into my hand.

Rodney continues, “…inhale and exhale and bend your right knee into your chest, hold onto your ankle…” wait, there’s something tickling my foot, it’s a tail winding back and forth, I wiggle my foot and his back presses into my arch.

I hear Rodney in the distance, “…roll back to child’s pose…” and near my shoulder I feel warmth, a heart beating, a furry, purring, warmth and I lift my head and place it on his chest.  I rub his back; actual yoga is no longer on my mind, Rodney is still speaking but I’m not listening -- it’s now Jackson Yoga.

He lies so still, just enjoying his massage, his neck stretches and his eyes meet mine as if to say thanks. I rest my head again on his chest and simply listen….now that…that is relaxation pose.

Genesis 2:18-19
 The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”  19 Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.

*Core Cross Train with Rodney Yee (Gaiam)