Re-finding my om
Je suis fatiguer. I spent this past weekend running up and down the stairs and corridors of The Centre on Homer for the tour of “Fiddler of the Roof” that parked here for three days (the last of which was pretty surreal for the American cast and crew because Bon Laden was announced dead). It was nice to get back to my roots, but oh my goodness, I had forgotten what it was like to work wardrobe for a show. LONG hours – mind you, we are getting paid, but still. When you aren’t used to that any more, it makes you feel exhausted. It was lots of fun though. Met and re-met lots of the people who Sean works with, and got to work with some of my favourite people – yes Lynette, you are one of those people. Quote of the weekend even goes to you (or rather to John):
“On a scale of one to Lynette…”
Lynette, like me, is a Libra – same birthdate to boot. This should be sufficient enough data to explain the above. If you’re a Libra (particularly female) or know one very well, you know exactly what I mean.
Due to the stairs, carting heavy costumes and baskets, and lots lunges and squats to pick things up, (and despite, or maybe because of all the quinoa flour carrot cake muffins) I got a fab workout and am feeling every muscle in my body. Oddly enough, it feels great but I very definitely had a nap when I got home from casting my reluctant vote this evening. Apparently we are now a Conservative majority. I am more a Liberal gal, but I will say that out of a scale of one to Lynette… but seriously, Harper probably scores a 7 with his Conservatives. It would be an 8, but he cut arts funding, and that, well, that pissed me off enough to take away a full point.
(On the topic of napping, thank goodness that common sense prevailed on Thursday. Not feeling well at all, I hit a metaphorical and mental wall and I decided that I needed to just go home and sleep (and NOT wake up at 2:45 am for the Royal Wedding. I wouldn’t have survived the weekend.) I had to break a commitment to go home and sleep, but I refuse to feel bad for taking care of myself. I napped and woke up in time to watch the 2nd and 3rd periods and make my lunch for load-in, actually see my wonky-work-hour husband for an hour, and then back to bed I went. If only every day involved a nap.)
The napping has made me realize that I haven’t really let my body fully recover from the epic chest cold that wouldn’t leave (and the antibiotics that sapped the life out of me) – and shame on me for that. So the goal for the month of May is to take care of myself, sort out priorities (ie. Don’t try to do everything!), and have patience with myself. If you know me, you know that patience is a virtue that I don’t have a lot of so we’ll see how this goes. I need to re-find my om as it seems to have disappeared. 
I’ve gotten my vocal om back – I was at a morning yoga class early last week and for the first time in WEEKS, I was actually able to chant “OHHHHM” and 1. Hear it; 2. Be able to hold it with everyone else; and 3. Not cough. It was the highlight of my day – it’s the little things that make me happy – because that’s your centre in yoga and it was kind of depressing to not be able to start/end classes with it. Saying “om” in your head just isn’t the same.
Have you found your om?
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Here is a recipe for some soda biscuits that I found back in March. I ate a lot of soup the first couple of weeks of the chest cold, and these biscuits made it a bit more palatable.
Ingredients:
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp salt
- 3/4 cup skim milk – I used what we had (1%)
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 2-3 tablespoons of dried or fresh herbs (rosemary, thyme, orgegano, chives, whatever you want)
- 1 cup grated low-fat parmesan cheese – OPTIONAL (It’s not my favourite so I don’t use it. )
Instructions:
Preheat oven to 450 degrees Fahrenheit. Mix together in large bowl flour, baking soda, and salt. Add milk and oil and stir well until dough comes off easily from the sides of the bowl. Drop in tablespoon-sized amounts on un-greased baking sheets. Bake about 10-12 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve warm or let cool and store in airtight container.