Saturday, February 12, 2011
of yoga, rattlesnakes and steak pie
I had a really good Saturday. I think my health/energy resolutions are starting to kick in a bit. I feel better. I hope it continues.
Thursday I had to do something hard for me at work. I had to go on our school TV announcements (live TV that goes to all the classrooms) and explain to the kids about the new whooping cough vaccine that they are all required to get (a new law in our state). Doing something that stretches me so far out of my comfort zone was energizing. I think I did well, and the important thing to me (other than the obvious utility of getting the word out) was that I stepped up to the plate and did what I needed to do, even though at first I did not want to.
Another scary thing: I was nearly bitten by a rattlesnake today! Ken and I were hiking and all of a sudden I saw a hissing, coiled snake just a bit to my left. I stopped in my tracks. Ken took my shoulders and pulled me back several steps (he was hiking behind me) and said to back up. Super scary! Only after a moment did I really perceive the sound of the rattle going. Oh my, my heart was pounding. I've never encountered a rattlesnake while hiking before.
I feel I packed a lot of activity into the day. That's another sign that I'm feeling more energetic. I did a "white tornado" on the house pretty early in the morning. I let the boys help with the first part of it. I played music and it felt good. I worked in the studio for a bit and then was at yoga class by 10:45.
In yoga there was a woman on the mat next to me using a lot of essential oils, just rubbing them into her hands and chest and stuff. It was quite shocking when I first smelled it. Eucalyptus, I think. The smell was super strong. After a while, I started to enjoy the scent. Is it weird that she was doing that though? It's an easy, beginner's level class, and she came with her eye pillow and essential oils. Any thoughts?
The neighbor's tree is the exact same color as the onion I chopped for the steak pie. Pretty. It's total spring here, except for at night, when it freezes.
So, this was the third year of the steak pie. I do love this recipe, but it took me ALL afternoon to prepare. I was doing well, being all mellow and intentional about it, and mindful, but then became a little emotional and quite irritated when we sat down to the meal and one child loudly proclaimed everything on the table "yucky" and another (a teen child) refused to eat anything and sat there with an empty plate because nothing on the table suited her. Major grrr!
The baked butternut squash, from the same cookbook as the pie (Apples for Jam) turned out to be a hit, and I finally remembered to use the butternut squash we saved from summer. It was so nice having a homegrown vegetable at dinner.