I came across this funny little video on Vimeo about Covid-19 and it’s impact on people. Enjoy!
We are experiencing a heatwave here in eastern Pennsylvania, with temperatures hitting 100 degrees F (36 Celsius), and humidity sapping the energy out of every living thing.
This weather makes me sweaty and irritable. My tolerance level is very low and I get easily agitated by other grumpy folks!
I have spent lots of time indoors, grateful for the cool air conditioned breeze and cold drinks.
Yesterday I had an ice cream and it made me feel better for a short time…. until the lactose intolerance kicked in.
Today, I have found a different approach…. Humor/humour and a big dose of cold water.
It’s time to lighten up and not take things so seriously. Be careful out there as you cool off!
The remarkable and highly talented Esme from Esme’s Cloud wrote a hilarious post recently called The Anatomy of a Blogger
She wrote a perfect rendition of what this blog is about in the Scots dialect. Here is a wee taste of her naughty genius:
“Yer meddle groond is all aboot steppin’ awa’ from stressful days an’ anxious wee minds, an’ tekin’ time tae pause an’ smell tha porridge oota space an’ feckin’ time, chillin’ ya crabbit bahoochie, ya scunners — yer a long time deid see? Mi sen ah wraights wudz aboot findin’ this place o’ connection, this Hogmanay o’ contentment an’ peace in the haighlands an’ loolands o’ life. I calls it oor Meddle Groond — like the feckin’ wee spot yer stood on that’s nay awa’ tae the left or raight, d’ya ken?”
Thank you for the mention and sharing your remarkable insight and wisdom from your cloud Esme. Lang may your lum reek 💕
For readers out there – Come back to that feckin wee spot yer stood in and find contentment!
Enjoy the bonny loons in their kilts.
Be not small timorous beasties but stand in yer ground … and enjoy every mouthful of yer porridge.
This repost is for those of us who tend to take life too seriously and find ourselves over-reacting or being way too earnest.
Today is a good day to lighten up. All right, so every day is…
Here is a story by Benjamin Zander taken from his book The Art of Possibility.
“Two Prime ministers were sitting in a room discussing affairs of state. Suddenly a man bursts in, apoplectic with fury, shouting and stamping and banging his fist on the desk. The resident prime minister admonishes him: “Peter,” he says, “kindly remember Rule Number 6,” whereupon Peter is instantly restored to complete calm, apologizes, and withdraws.
The politicians return to their conversation, only to be interrupted yet again twenty minutes later by an hysterical woman gesticulating wildly, her hair flying. Again the intruder is greeted with the words: “Marie, please remember Rule Number 6.” Complete calm descends once more, and she too withdraws with a bow and an apology.
When the scene is repeated for a third time, the visiting prime minister addresses his colleague: “My dear friend, I’ve seen many things in my life, but never anything as remarkable as this. Would you be willing to share with me the secret of this Rule Number 6?” “Very simple,” replies the resident prime minister. “Rule Number 6 is ‘Don’t take yourself so damn seriously.’”
“Ah,” says his visitor, “that is a fine rule.” After a moment of pondering, he inquires, “And what, may I ask, are the other rules?” … “There aren’t any.”
When we apply Rule Number 6 at work, at home and in life, we find our Middle Ground.
I believe that we can all contribute to world peace. It starts with being kind to ourselves.
Helping others is a good place to start, but the real work is ours to do for ourselves.
We must find that peaceful, nourishing and inspiring place I call our Middle Ground. In this place, we learn to let go of judgment, accept what is, and open our hearts.
The critical, competitive and fearful voice in our head loses its hold over us. We learn not to believe our thinking, and see the world with more clarity.
This is where peace and awakening arises.
This poem by Chade-Meng Tan (Google’s Jolly Good Fellow and author of Search Inside Yourself) is my inspiration for this blog:
With deep inner peace
And great compassion, self compassion and fun
Aspire daily to save the world.
But do not strive to achieve it.
Just do whatever comes naturally.
Because when aspiration is strong
And compassion blossoms,
Whatever comes naturally,
Is also the right thing to do.
The wise compassionate being,
Save the world while having fun.
As I sit here, I ask myself this question, and I will ask it of you too.
How can I bring more compassion, inspiration and fun into what comes naturally?
For me, it is in writing posts for this blog and teaching my yoga students. What about you?
Thought you might enjoy a laugh this morning with this oldie but goodie.
A zoo acquires, at great expense, a very large female gorilla of a particularly rare species. Right from the outset she is very bad tempered and difficult to handle. The zoo’s vet, after examination, boldly announces that her problem is that she’s in heat. If she was to be mated she would become docile and adjust to her new surroundings.
But what to do? There are no males of her species available and the other male gorillas are terrified of her. Whereupon, the zoo administrators remember that one of their zookeepers, a Scotsman called MacTavish, who is responsible for cleaning animals’ cages, is a large man and notorious for his abilities with the opposite sex. Perhaps they could persuade him to placate the gorilla.
So they approach MacTavish with a proposition. Would he be willing to do nature’s best with the gorilla for 1000 dollars? MacTavish asks for the night to think things over and on the following day, says that he’ll accept the offer on three conditions:
“Firstly, there’s to be no kissing. Secondly, I want any offspring to be raised Catholic.” The zoo administrators quickly agree to these conditions. “But what about the third?” they ask.
“Well,” says MacTavish, “you’ve got to give me some time to come up with the 1,000 dollars…”
Apologies to fellow Scots 😉
People often ask me what “naff” means. This is because I have a license plate with NAFF on it. Its a tongue in cheek joke, because personalized number plates are a bit naff in the UK.
I have found it difficult to answer the question … until I came across this in the Guardian. I never knew what a colorful history the word had. Enjoy the descriptions and the trans-Atlantic dialogue!
“What does “naff” mean? The word doesn’t exist in US slang and defies the best efforts of my British friends to define it. They tell me that naff-ness is close in meaning to “kitsch” and “camp” and “naive bad taste” but that none of these definitions is spot on. Can the Guardian readers do a better job of defining it?
- I heard that it originated in the TV sitcom Porridge as a non-expletive representation of prison language which permitted the series to be shown at peak viewing times. Since the 70’s, the word has been recycled and used for other purposes in the finest tradition of the linguistic corruption that haunts the English language, and probably others too.
Andy Millward, Broxbourne, UK
‘Naff’ originated in the gay slang ‘Polari’ (as made popular by ‘Julian and Sandy’ in the 60’s BBC radio programme ‘Round the Horne’). It originally meant ‘not available for fucking’, ie ‘straight’ – and therefore boring.Thompson, Allerod, Denmark
- I have heard it is old gay slang (called Polari?) and is an acronym for Not Available For F*cking, ie something unpleasant to be avoided. I believe Princess Anne brought it into common usage in the early seventies by telling some photographers to ‘naff off’ (or ‘naff orf’.)
Hugh, London, UK
- It means “wack”.
Peadar Mac Con Aonaigh, London, UK
- Naff is polari (or palare), the gay urban secret language developed in London to ensure conversational privacy in public when talking about gay sex or insulting straight people. Polari was widespread in London, and particularly in the theatre, from the 1940s-1960s, suffered a decline in the 1970s and 1980s, and has had a revival since the 1990s. It consists of snippets of Italian, Latin, Spanish, Yiddish, Cockney Rhyming Slang, Black-slang and acronyms. Naff is an example of the latter – Normal As Fuck – and means drab, unfashionable, dull. By extension, it is a defining characteristic of straight people, who lack the style and swagger of the urban homosexual.
Gerard Forde, London, UK
- I would suggest that “naff” in the UK would equate with “lame” or similar in the US. It would be like, “look at those brown, flare, corduroy, sweatpants that guy is wearing!” “Yeah, they’re completely naff!”
Sibhan, London UK
- It means ‘unimpressive’.
Joe Myall, Kurume, Japan
- Completely lacking in all aesthetic style or grace. Shell suits, for example.
Marula, London, UK
- What’s a shell suit?
Peter Post, Boston, USA
- Oh dear, what’s a shell suit? ‘Track pants’ and ‘sweat top’ made of rustly nylon that’d make your teeth itch, in horrid (horrid horrid) colours, either neons or pastels (the more colours, the naffer). For ultimate naffness your shell suit will match that worn by your partner.
Marula, London UK
- Naff simply means extremely tacky and distasteful.
J Bean, London
- So far, the chequered career of ‘naff’ as a naughty word has been overlooked. It originated as a euphemism for the female genitals (from Ang-Saxon, nafala which meant, and became, navel) and in the 19th century, it was a fairly common slang term. This might explain its use in ‘naff off’ which is much less strong now than previously and perhaps it’s use in gay slang for a straight man. Compare the career of ‘pussy’ which began as a perfectly medical Norse word for the vagina, and which, due to its unfortunate double meaning has become increasingly taboo since the 1600s.
Roddy Lumsden, London UK
- Remember naff naff clothing. In the mid 80s you could buy stuff from markets across the uk. Coincidently they were cheap and poor quality. Maybe their downfall was due to this or perhaps the unfortunate name??
Allan, Glasgow Scotland
- Sorry Allan, but “Naff Naff” clothind, a french label, was actually spelt Naf Naf, and although the clothing may well have been of poor quality, it was certainly not cheap; the more fashionably rich girls in our school waering the genuine article bought form boutiques, the rest of us making do with cheap rip-offs from the market.
Claire, Sheffield UK
- At the risk of cross-posting, I always thought Naf-Naf clothing was an excellent example of a British lack of ironic sense. (And before anyone posts to the contrary, you could just *tell* it was a *lack* of irony).
- Shell-suits ARE naff, then. We call the velour version the “Atlantic City tuxedo.” Naff might be what southerners in the US call (capital T) Tacky.
Vanessa Sudnik, Tampa US
- No,I think ‘NAF’ is a such of lachrymose things. I guess. I’d found in The Online Slang’s Dictionary, Naf is means,someone who is silly, stupid,etc… But..in Islam, Naf is mean Baby girl’s name. Naf is Arabic name.
Nayeeng Dying, Naf,Idaho United States
- It’s from NAAFI. Tacky goods sold there.
Aaron, Boise, USA
- It depends – If something is naff then it means that it is a bit rubbish. However Naff off is a polite way off telling someone to go away.
Pauline Wood, Sheffield England”
Next time someone asks me I will respond with “tacky with a capital T”… and I promise not to mention their shell suit. 😉
I came across these words from one of my earlier posts. It really resonated. Time to break out in celebration of nature and Existence. No event required. xo
Joy Is Big
Your joy is too small, caged by the jailor of your thoughts.
It lives in the land beyond Infinity and is big beyond measure.
It teaches each tree to dance her own private blissful dance with the wind.
It is what the moon sings every night, holding us as we sleep with her streaming light-song.
Joy lives in your own drunken electrons, billions of them, spinning and dancing without end in their own intimate Universe, longing for You.
Do not look for joy anywhere else.
It is living in you, and gives meaning to all Existence.
Turn your heart’s eyes inward right now, and let them gaze in awe at the immensity
~ Judith Lasater
I am home from Scotland and getting back into the daily routine. I had a great time meeting some old friends and being with family.
One of the best memories was at a family gathering at my brothers house. It has become a tradition that at some point in the evening everyone gets up to dance and let their hair down. Its so much fun!
As Brene Brown writes in The Gifts of Imperfection:
“Laughter, song and dance create emotional and spiritual connection; they remind us of the one thing that truly matters when we are searching for comfort, celebration, inspiration or healing : We are not alone.”
Towards the end of 2016 I shared with you some of my favorite music for relaxation and Savasana. Now I’d like to share some dance music in the spirit of connection and mutual goofiness… as well as burning up a few more calories.
I hope you will join me. Let’s dance like noone is watching!
Thinks … I’m pretty sure I caught a glimpse of Hariod Brawn in this BBC production.
I was taking the usual drive to my Friday yoga class in Media PA this morning, when I encountered something interesting coming towards me on the road.
It was a magnificent specimen, but it definitely wasn’t a sad encounter this time.
It looked something like this:
I said out loud “Thank you God!” and chuckled all the way to the studio.
Is mindful lusting a sign of old age?…
p.s. For all you watchers out there – travel south on Route 252 around 9.00am between West Chester Pike and Gradyville Road.
Let the outside go
Lighten up from the inside
Find Your Middle Ground
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