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"What is Chair Yoga, you ask?" Well, it's exactly what it states . . . "Chair Yoga, is a unique, gentle, form of yoga, that is practiced sitting on the chair or standing next to it for support." Right now, "Chair Yoga" is in the process of being formally, recognized, as a distinct, type, of yoga.
Being disabled, It is absolutely impossible for me to bend and twist my body into all those funky positions, without either hurting myself, or . . . well, hurting myself! Having a metal rod in your spine is not conducive for performing a "Downward Dog," without popping it through your skin. Then I stumbled upon "Chair Yoga," which was being offered by our local YMCA.
My wife and I decided to give it a try and I am so glad we did. Granted, we didn't get down on the floor, or sit with our legs tucked up under our armpits, but it worked for us, and that's all that matters. "Chair Yoga," is great for seniors, people with disabilities, even children can do it. There are different levels to help "everyone!"
Did you know the origins of "Chair Yoga," go back 5,000 years? "Chair Yoga," will improve your flexibility, strength, stress, and a whole lot more. Take it from me, If you've always wanted to try yoga, but were less than excited about trying to wrap your legs around your head, I highly recommend "Chair Yoga," as an alternative. I think you'll love it!
As I have stated before, "change" can sometimes be heart-breaking and sad . . . and this just happens to be one of those times. If anyone reading this has a family pet, whether it be a dog, cat, goldfish, bird, or any animal at all, I know with all my heart, that you will understand the sadness, of this post. But, instead of dwelling on loss, I want to celebrate life, and the joy "Chewie" brought to all of us!
"Saying Goodbye To Chewie"
Having to say goodbye to a family pet is heartbreaking and depressing. Sadly, our beloved "Chewie," crossed over to the other side and we all miss him terribly. Chewie was, and always will be . . . "FAMILY!"
In 2011, my daughter adopted Chewie, from his previous owner who, well, let's just say, should have never been allowed to have a pet. He was already 5 years old and set in his ways, which were definitely not conducive, to living with a large family that included little children. However, my daughter had hope and remained positive that she would be able to correct that issue.
Well, for the most part, she was right. The effort was tough and sometimes, very frustrating, but after awhile, he slowly, showed signs that what we were doing was working. She had saved his life and together, we showed Chewie what a real family was, and how much love we had to give and share.
"Chewie" was a Yorkie, and by God, had every trait that is unique to Yorkie's. We affectionately called him a "Yorkshire Terrorist." Chewie was born on October 26, 2006 and his given name, the one his previous owner registered him as was; "Chewseph A. Banks Esq." He was affectionately (well from us anyway), called "Chewie." The name fit him perfectly.
Over the years, we all developed a personal relationship with him, and eventually, he became extremely attached to my grandchildren. He was super protective of them, as if he was their bodyguard. My other two daughters had a "love-hate" relationship with him. You see, "Chewie" had unintentionally, bit, well, nipped, them both, because he had such bad "separation anxiety," every time someone left.
He never aggressively attacked anyone, but his separation anxiety was an issue we had to deal with front and center, Eventually, he began to realize that we were not going to abandon him or lock him in a crate all day.
Soon, he was greeting us at the door, tail wagging, jumping up and down, like a rubber ball, all while spinning in circles. He followed us everywhere we went and would jump in our laps or lay down with us every chance he could. He swam in the pool with the kids, and went for walks with us in the woods. He also became my wife's bff and was like her shadow.
The time came for us to say goodbye to Chewie after a blood-clot traveled to his heart, which compromised his nervous system, which caused him to lose the use of his legs. There was not a dry eye in the house as we said our goodbyes and as I write this, my eyes are presently, tearing, up. One of the toughest things to watch was my 7 year old granddaughter, as she said goodbye and gave him a kiss and told him how much she loved him. Then she started sobbing, which, of course, made all of us start balling. It was not a pretty sight, but sadly, a part of life.
I miss that adorable, albeit crazy, little pain in the butt, and I think about him every day. There are certain times I expect him to be there, and he's not. Like everyone else in the family, there are times I call his name out, only to remember that he is no longer with us. We cut off a lock of his hair before he left us, to remember him by and my daughter has his ashes, in a beautiful, box.
"Chewie," you will forever be in our hearts and minds, and we miss you so much. Be at peace my friend and run free and be happy!
"Say It Ain't Snow"
For the third time in under two weeks, we are getting hit by another brutal "Nor'Easter!" As I write this, we have 19 inches of snow on the ground and it's still snowing! We have had white-out conditions all day and into this evening, and it's a disaster! And while it is a beautiful sight to observe, as it really makes you respect the power of "Mother Nature," enough is enough!
All we want is "SPRING" to finally arrive and deliver us some reasonably nice weather. At this point, I'd take a day in the low 50's and sunny! Instead we are encased in a winter wonderland that is completely refusing to let go!
Hypothetically speaking . . . If you were sitting down having Sunday morning coffee with Jesus, and he turned to you and said; "You can ask me one question, any question at all, but only one." What would your question be?
Now, I'll ask you the same question, but only this time, you're having Sunday morning coffee with Buddha. "What would your question be?"
Just for a minute, close your eyes and imagine yourself asking your questions to both Jesus and Buddha. You clearly hear their answers, what are they?
Are you surprised by their answers or did you create them based solely upon your belief system?
Please leave a comment as I'd love to hear from you and how your questions were answered.
James R. Sirois
Master Teacher Of Shamballa (Reiki) Energies . . .Energy Therapist . . . Intuitive Healer/Medium . . . Light Worker.