Thursday, May 07, 2015 I’ve Stopped Blogging
Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
I’ve Stopped Blogging
I posted on this blog every day for 219 days and then I stopped. I’m trying to understand why. We are still in La Cruz de Haunacaxtle. Mostly, our days have become exceedingly routine and I don’t want to bore you.
Every morning, Monday through Friday at 9:00 am, I teach yoga at the amphitheater. I am enjoying it more and more although I still get very nervous before each class. I sit on my mat and wait for the students to arrive. I feel fearful no one will come. I feel disappointed and wonder why on earth I stick my neck so far out there and risk being rejected and ridiculed. Then the students come and I suddenly feel joy and relief and I transform into the teacher.
I love yoga as much as ever. Now that I am actually teaching I am motivated to read and study both the physiology and the philosophy of yoga every chance I get. And because I am practicing every day I am stronger than I was when I wasn’t practicing every day.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to the VIP lounge for Spanish class. Anna is a wonderful teacher who makes it fun to learn and laugh at our mistakes. Of the eight of us in the class, I am probably the next to the last worst Spanish speaker. There is only one woman in class who is worse.
I am usually able to follow what they are talking about. Anna gives us a task to make up a sentence or a question. She always has me go last. While the others are taking their turns I compose my sentence and write it down so I will know what to say when my turn comes. That works out pretty well but if I’m asked to respond without notice I always answer with the few words that come to mind. Leche (milk) seems to be the only word that ever pops into my head when I’m caught off guard.
I continue to practice Spanish with the guards.
On Saturdays I join the Writers’ Group, again in the VIP lounge. I think the group was impressed with my publication of Amigos Give Back in La Cruz in the Vallarta Tribune. I am now working on a piece I hope to submit to Sail Magazine. I’ve heard they pay well. The piece, entitled Lessons of Living on the Hook for Landlubbers, is about the five consecutive months Peter and I lived “on the hook”. I tend to spend all my spare time sitting at this computer massaging the language of this essay. I tossed 3,500 words onto paper and now I have to tweak it ‘till I love it. Stay tuned. . .