MAWWIAGE

09/18/2014

If you want to read about Jordan and I deciding to get married… check out my post on art of gesture. (I’ve fixed the option to subscribe via email… which was apparently not an option…. sorry)

See you there:

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WEDNESDAY LINKS

09/17/2014

+Quick reminder… I’ve moved. Just a one-letter shift, but you can now find me at www.artofgesture.com. Please take a moment to update your bookmark, feed, email subscription. Thanks!+

 

We’re officially a one-car family! Jordi-boy turned in his car yesterday and is 100% on the Metrolink to get to and from work. I’m still in my amazing Hoopty Gurl on days that I travel to different locations for my job. On days that I am close to home, I’m walking (though, it has been a cool 104 degrees in LA for the last week) to work and feeling pretty darn green and gorgeous!

I definitely think that my walking commute would feel better if these were in LA:

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Interactive dancing pedestrian signs!

1408021969983I read this post this morning and thought it was a pretty brilliant notion… defending decisions that no one is asking me to defend or even questioning!

Speaking of… I hope you’ve had the chance to update your subscription and preferences for reading this blog – art of gesture instead of gUesture.

Alright sisters, hope you’re staying cool out there.

 

 

 

THE SIMPLE THINGS

09/12/2014

+Quick reminder… I’ve moved. Just a one-letter shift, but you can now find me at www.artofgesture.com. Please take a moment to update your bookmark, feed, email subscription. Thanks!+

Last weekend I watched all eight Harry Potter movies. Jordan watched two and a half of them with me and then another on his own – he likes The Prisoner of Azkaban best. I watched these movies, folded laundry, made playlists for classes and mopped our eternally dirty hardwood floors.

I read blogs and mapped out the flow for the week.

I coordinated my free time with the slow and less-populated hours of my favorite coffee shop.

Even though Jordan and I didn’t get to take a long evening walk around our neighborhood, I made sure I had time for my yoga practice during the late afternoon sunshine hours.

All-in-all, it’s been a great week.

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Sometimes I just need to remember what’s really going on in my world.

I’M STILL STILL HERE/UPDATE

09/11/2014

Hi Friends, quick (and hopefully easy) request…

Last week when I returned from my summer vacation-of sorts and sat down to think about what’s going on on this here space, I decided to make a change. It’s small, and hopefully you won’t even notice.

Originally, the title of this site, art of gUesture, was meant to be a play on both my last name, GUEST, and gesture… an ever present word idea in my life.

It’s too complicated. I’ve moved over to art of gesture

Would you kindly take a moment to go over there and update your subscription status? Or you can use bloglovin’ to follow this blog. How ever you do it, I hope to see you there. www.artofgesture.com

Thanks!

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LETTING IT GO (NOT IN THE FROZEN WAY)

09/08/2014

I’ve lost almost 15 pounds since the start of August. It’s a fascinating process – internally, externally, emotionally, socially, physically and mentally. I’ve thought about this journey close to every day since I realized I had put on more weight than I had realized. Half-hearted attempts at “getting back on track” followed by a million and one reasons to push it off yet another day.

Here’s my deal – the activity/exercise part of the program isn’t the thing. I love to move. I love to challenge myself physically and I was born with an athletic frame (low center of gravity and legs made for POWER) – it’s fun. It’s food. Fuel. It’s how good it all tastes and how full and satisfied and complete I feel when I’ve eaten as much as I possibly can. Until, well… an hour later. And then it’s the opposite of all that.

I considered chronicling this whole process live-tweet style, but, obviously, decided not to. I thought that this would be a more emotionally heavy process than it actually is… I’ve done this kind of weight-loss adventure once before and my family and friends knew it was an “off-limits” topic. I was so emotionally heavy about it.

This time is different. I’m 10-years older and feeling far more empowered by this decision rather than feeling driven by socially derived motives. I’m interested in the notion of fuel, of lifestyle changes and slow change.

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This process (which I will continue to document) has brought on some real opportunity to look inward at my thoughts and the inevitably mental/psychic realizations that are coming up.  Without too much gory detail, weight loss can trigger the digestive system and colon to function differently. Because I come from the family that I come from, we tend to look at most physical or bodily events as an extension of a thought, emotion, thought-pattern, etc. Cue Louise L Hay’s You can Heal your Life. 

If you’ve read Louise L Hay, you know that she believes and affirms for all the idea of creating and acknowledging the power of an individual’s mind and the ability to choose a new beginning. A physical ailment can be related to a thought pattern – addressing the thought-pattern and choosing to make a change can contribute to the healing process. (Her mantra “all is well in my world” was the Guest-family version of the Lord’s prayer growing up.)

Back to weight loss and digestion… Hay’s take on it?  Fear of letting go, holding on to the past, refusing to release old ideas, stuck in the past. New thought patterns include: I easily release that which I no longer need. The past is over and I am free. As I release the past, the new and fresh and vital enter. I allow life to flow through me. 

Whether you believe in these ideas or not, the thought patterns are pretty beautiful, regardless… and as I write this, realizing that it’s a form of asking for support, I am choosing to accept it in any form it may come.

Feel free to ask questions, I’ll do my best to answer honestly and track my progress as best I can.

In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect,
whole, and complete, and yet life is ever changing.
There is no beginning and no end, 
only a constant cycling and recycling
of substance and experiences.
Life is never stuck or static or stale, 
for each moment is ever new and fresh.
I am one with the very Power that created me, and this Power
has given me the power to create my own circumstances.
I rejoice in the knowledge that I have the power
of my own mind to use in any way I choose.
Every moment of life is a new beginning point
as we move from the old. This moment is a new point
of beginning for me right here and right now.
All is well in my world.

I’M STILL HERE

09/04/2014

Last night Jordan asked me if I had written anything on my blog in a while… Let’s see. Nope. I took a Summer Vacation, I guess.

In the past few weeks I’ve noticed a handful of my favorite bloggers come back online with notions of “moving this space in a certain direction,” or “the Summer was great and I feel really ready to re-commit to this blog.”

In all honesty, I’m not there. But, it’s cool.

I’ve noticed a shift in the blog world, anyways – is it really my intention to define what, why, where and how often? I’m not sure.

My real writer friends would probably say “yes!” But, it’s not as though I’ve posted house updates and become a DIY home-project blogger, though I did think about it. I’m not a mom, so Mommy blog is out. I don’t have enough awesome art or design links to share on a regular basis. In fact, the only thing I can share regularly is a Yoga playlist. Does that interest you?

Speaking of which… I launched a professional website: laylaguest.com.  I’m still working on it, but if you’ve ever taken a class from me and are interested in what I read during practice or have questions about yoga – you can look there. There will also be some overlap from this site to that site… if I can keep this one active…

Here’s a picture of DTLA from my neighborhood-walk to hold you over until I can think of better things to write… I promise, though, I’ll have some exciting-ish things soon.

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MY ADVANCED PRACTICE

08/19/2014

My friend Katie Horwitch had a pretty brilliant idea recently – she wrote a poem about it…

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My advanced practice is not a headstand
Or a handstand
Or that twisty arm balancy thingy I learned to do last year after days on end of trying.

My advanced practice isn’t how deep I twist

Or how floaty I get

Or how I move in rhythm with everyone else in the room perfectly without fail.

My level 3 class does not involve higher weights

Or quicker reps

Or all those fancy things people (still) do on a bike.

My advanced class is not 75 minutes, or 90, or a three hour stretch
Because really, who cares about numbers.

Do I impress you? That’s on you.

Do I seem weak? That’s on you, too.

Because my advanced practice happens that second I shift from asleep to awake
The SECOND I move for no one but me.

Have you ever reached your arms out in child’s pose, pressing through the ground, spreading your body so fiercely onto the ground you think it might stick?

Because let me tell you, that is something.

My advanced practice happens when I skip a pose,

Or two,

Or three,

Or a whole eight minutes in a row

Because it moves me so much that all I can do is lay there in awe.

My level threes happen in the quietest moments, the longest holds,

The times when I can feel my soul coming alive not from a shape but from a spark inside.

Because my advanced classes and level X practice happens in less than 60 minutes, or 30, or 20, or more, or 90. My advanced practice is not about a number I can show off because “oh look how strong I am for going so long” – it’s about working and living and breathing smart, intention, intuitively.

It’s about “modifying” (I hate that word) pushups on my knees and then not the day after, it’s about sleeping through my workout altogether and being EVEN MORE OF A BADASS. It’s about not the quantity of my perceived excellence, but the quality of my intelligently-used soul time that maybe only I feel inside. I hope I only feel it inside; it’s my precious fuel that allows me to keep going.

It’s not about what it looks like, it’s about what it feels like.

It’s not about touching my toes, it’s about touching my soul.

My advanced practice is not slow or fast, it is what I decide to feel right. It exists with no distractions, it allows me to meet myself every time without fail. My “power” class is the one in which I fall into a deep savasana, rolling over at the end to realize everything yet nothing is quite the same.

I love my twisty arm balance thingy and upside down is very nice.
But my advanced practice involves none of that.
Anyone who tells you differently has probably been in a beginner class all along.

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