The Pom Mobile

Pom Pom has been with us for 7 months now. He has grown significantly and so has his attitude. He's very frisky, zipping around the house with his feline brother, Jack. I sometimes forget that he only has 3 working legs. He's really fast!

He gets his strange behavior mostly from emulating his big doggie brother, Barney. One thing's for sure, they both love food.

One thing that I find very problematic about Pomster is that he is still not housebroken. We walk him 3-4 times a day and use positive reinforcement, and even the odd slap on the butt, and still!!!
He's a fast shitter. Sneaks a shit when you turn your back even for just a second. 


Then one day Larry did something fantastic! 

Bucket + Pom = Pom Mobile!

So simple, it works. 


Now first thing in the morning, we put Pom Pom in the bucket so he can't sneak a shit while we get ready for work. 


He quietly stays in the Pom Mobile and holds his pee and shit until Ludy arrives to walk him. 


Holy jumping jellyfish Pomster!

Happy New Year

2010 went by so fast like it was on speed. So many things happened yet I am still where I'm supposed to be - writing this blog. Heehee. 


In 2010...

I learned a long kept secret about my dad. 

We moved to the city. 

My cat Frodo died after a 10 month battle with kidney failure. 

Went to Saigon for a retreat.

We adopted Pom Pom. 

We adopted Jack.

Started building a house in Cebu. 

Sold our flat in Tung Chung. 

Enrolled in a course about design. As you can see I have no photo to prove this. 

Kept teaching and practicing yoga. 

Completed the house in Cebu. 

Went to New York. 

And now it's 2011. 

And I just came back from teaching my first yoga class this year.

I enumerated all of these things down like it was so easy. Like it was a montage. When you look back, life is indeed a montage. You piece memories that are wonderful, hurtful or plain mundane into a file where you can easily pick and dissect life lessons, gossip, happy or sad memories. Life is wonderful if you allow it to be. 


Happy New Year everyone!
Keep living!

Jump!

Been practicing on finding lightness on the mat and in my life for as long as I can remember, especially for the latter. Lightness on the mat means I need to get in touch with my bandhas more. Lightness in my life is the opposite, I have to let go. 


When I was younger I remember that I loved collecting emotional baggage, wallowing in my own whiny world with a bottle of red or whatever bottle I can find that'll give me a temporary buzz and an interim amnesia. Being an "emo" made me look mature and cool - or so I thought. 

Getting in touch with my uddiyana bandha as I practice jumping back. As you can see my gut is still hanging-heehee!

As I got older, I had glimpses of undefinable brightness in my mind and heart, and whenever I feel this, I feel "light".
The more I let go, the lighter I feel.
The happier I become.
Joy.

The quiet, light feeling that I had before jumping out of the plane was unfathomable.

In my yoga journey, I tend to get frustrated and impatient when things don't go the way I want to. Then I self doubt. Then I tighten my bandhas like a crazy woman. If there is a bandah in the mind, believe me I've tightened that one too until the circulation in my brain ceased.
Then I stop practicing.


Lately though I've learned to love myself and others more. Then the joy returned. I applied it in my life and brought it on the mat with me. 
Lightness followed.


It's not easy being a good person. Not easy to be a devoted, hardcore yogi. 
I'm trying everyday.
Bringing joy to both my life and my yoga journey sure does make it easier, lighter.


Makes it easier to jump.

Goating Around

Goats are cute. They're even cuter when they are still babies. They run towards you like dogs and ask to be carried. They nibble on your fingers and chew strands of your hair. They bleat the cutest bleat, and hop the cutest hop. 

These two goats here are just two weeks old. Lotte and I were trying to make them kiss!

Then there's Uno.....
Uno is the alpha male. He's the billie buck of the farm. He is larger than the rest of the goats with an attitude to match! That is why he is tethered on a fence. 

Then he did something very peculiar... He peed on his face!!!
WTF!
How did he do it, you may ask? Well, here is the photo.

The funny thing was after the peeing on the face thing, Jessie went over to Uno to touch his head, and he was like, "How come your head is wet?"
Hahahaha!


Uno's gross!

Concrete Love

Playing with concrete is fun, but not to people who actually needs to make a living building houses. That's why when I asked the man working on this piece of wall if I could borrow his tools and started splattering wet cement on his piece of wall, he wasn't too thrilled. Heehee.

But I can't help myself. It looks like great fun.

I gave it a go. Feeling so proud of myself slathering wet cement and smoothing it out on the wall. It takes  technique with a certain flick of the wrist to get the wet cement stick on the wall, which obviously I don't have. Most of the wet cement ended up on the ground....

After a while I realized that this was hard work. Not fun at all - duh!

But I have to keep going because I started already with such glee and enthusiasm. 

Slather.

Smooth. 

Slather.

Smooth.

Uummm....Is it okay I give this back to you? My arms and shoulders are quite tired. *Sheepish smile*

Where most of the wet cement ended up - the ground and my feet.

I'm not sure what these are, but I thought it was a good contrast with all these grayness. 

Come to think of it, it's probably an ingredient for some kind of soup the workers are making.

END!

One of Those Days

Woke up today feeling blah. Felt out of sync and full of inertia. Got my ass out of bed and made me a cup of Nespresso and peanut butter jelly toast. Sat myself on my new spot and wondered whether I should practice.
So I checked my emails. Emails galore!
Facebook galore!
Reply.
Post.
Comment.
Asked myself again whether I should practice.
So I played with my pets.
Heehee.
Hahahaha.
So cute!
Cuddle, cuddle....
Throw ball.
Asked myself again whether I should practice.
Finally I took my mat out and grudgingly changed into my yoga gear.
Okay, let's start with Sun salutations.... Damn so stiff.
Now let's do sun salutation B...... OMG, I feel so heavy.
Flowed like a semi-stagnant river until I managed to finish the standing sequence and from there my practice took off.
Since I had a punishing start I told myself to practice things that are punishing, asanas that I really, really, really don't like.

And so I did Vasisthasana variations 'till my arms trembled.

Then I did Urdhva Danurasana until my back yelled at me.

And more.

Afterwards I felt good. Happy that I decided to practice. Then it was time to focus on my tummy. I was hungry. Gobbled down a bowl of nice cold soba.


Yeah, it's one of those days.

Cootie

We have a new member in our recently diminishing family. 
He's white and fluffy and hops around on three legs. 
He's sweet and soft and loves to be cuddled. 
He swims in his water bowl and shreds paper to bits. 
He loves food and always over eat 'till his tummy hurts. 
He's the new cootie in Barney's life.....

Eeeewww..... GROSS! Don't touch me you little cootie!

Well, we can't have everything.
We can't always be the baby in the house.
Barney's learning how get along with Pom Pom, and it's not easy. Kudos for Barney for being tolerant! Love is back in the house!
Gotta love the new cootie!