Staying Close to Aum – a Humdinger of a Sport

Yoga has saved me. The ancient sages and mystics. Also ancient physical therapists and chiropractors, have saved me. I have felt the benefits, survived the aches and pains, and have come out stronger and more centered.

Yoga is an ancient art, sure. The universal sound of many practices, not just Yoga, is “aum.” This sound creates a vibration in the air, and also inside of me, that is magnified when done in company with other aumers.


AUM contains the original noise. Spoken aloud, it invokes the contradiction of emptiness and stillness along with fullness and the ripeness of the universe. When we aum, we partake of the sound of all.

So, the vibrations of aum, the oneness and singularity of my one existence, has contributed to healing.

On the other hand, I’ve seen many teachers and many types of yoga performed. Ideally, you will have a Yogi or instructor, who is aware of your limitations and can offer alternatives to some of the more intricate (a nice word for pretzel) poses.

Sure, I would have considered trying my hand at yogi school, but that ship has sailed, laden with yoginis in various states of pigeon pose.

Now, I’m just a student. And will remain one, as that is how this thing goes. It’s different than lifting weights or using gym machines. Really different. You use your own body’s weight and balance to fine-tune and hone your well-being.

What it’s done for me is immeasurable. Stretching and loosening a spine that has met with difficulty, i.e., gravity; building core muscles by isolating and defining those pesky spasm-prone areas; massaging the knee tendons which don’t swell up any more, but still stiffen with the weather (see #patellavane); restoring balance; and just looking cool.

Much more can be said, I could have even researched some definitions here. But I’ll leave it to you.

As in all things, the right teacher will appear when you need them. But the most important teacher in Yoga or anything else, is you yourself. And I.




PatellaVane Report

Rain today. Bad, cold, driving, icy, gray, dark day. We are so not going to the gym.



Getting My Knee-ds met…Again

I woke up the other day with a “subconjunctival hemorrhage.” I know this because although there is no known cause, I’ve had this before and did indeed visit my ophthalmologist the first time to check it out. So I went ahead and went about my daily business, which entailed hanging out with my church community and some doctors’ offices, and some stores. I called attention to it to alleviate any anxiety over such a horrible visage as I presented. One thing I thought was that since things were going so well with my knee (despite my wailing to the contrary), my body decided that it was time something else went wrong. As far as etiology, how about the trouble I recently had with moving a desktop computer after many years, and many drivers and records trying to make my head explode.

As far as cause, I did have a sneezing bout the day before the reddening event. And I do take a shitload of supplements, including baby aspirin, which also contributes to the propensity for this. So I cut out the aspirin for now. My blood is so thin anyway that a vampire would pass me up like we pass up agglutinated food.

Then I decided that I would be a stand-up comedian, but couldn’t.


I’m locked up in a full-leg brace for another month. It’s the month of September, and after one whole month of care and carefulness, I’m looking forward to yet another endurance trial.

I can walk, after a fashion. Walking is exhausting, and that brings it back around on this hot summer day, to the fact that a trauma is there, and needs to be settled down. My cracked kneecap is sealing up the crack, but there are lots of muscle and strength issues to be dealt with as well.

So, time will heal. This is a fact. But why is that little bone such a vulnerable candidate for damage? And why is it so popular to have problems with it?

Once I accepted my own damaged body, I looked around, and saw that I was not the only damaged person around. Go to any strip mall or parking lot around here. Out of 10 people, seven will be limping in some way. Some never learned proper alignment, some never paid attention to posture, some have lasting damage from a childhood wound. But many people are limping, leaning forward. Women especially have huge backs. I don’t want to say fat, but fat deposits landing on their posteriors/rears giving them the appearance of being pushed forward by their own bodies.

I don’t feel sorry for people. A bit of exercise and cut back on gluten would probably give them a new lease on life. They are literally keeping the screwy medical system we accept in this county alive. Add in some cigarettes and alcohol, and the industry thrives.

It’s not going to end in my lifetime. But my lifetime mostly done as it is, will be happier and lighter if not in one piece come future.

Holding off on FALL Planting – or Putting it Wildly

Someone, a well wisher of very important status, both friendship-wise and wisdom-wise, noted my lament over putting things off (especially the weight on one side of my body). I thought how ironic, that the usual confusion occurs in my grammatically-obsessive mind.

Yes, I am planning a FALL planting. What that means is simply that. To practice a full range of nutritious vegetables and fruits in the home garden, it’s important to time the growth of each plant using the seasons. As we pass through the mid-summer season, and head on into the dark of the year, to use some Pagan concepts, we begin to plan a continuation of our delicious garden offerings.

Maybe this piece should be in another blog, my blog based on garden topics, or in my fictional blog, to conceal the identity of the injured party. But it is here, to keep things straight (especially my left kneecap).

Stay tuned as I notify, notice, notate my progress at each step(!) of the way.

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Heading for a FALL