Friday, September 28, 2007


It's that time of year again!
Oct. 16th and 17th.
Our chance to peacefully express our desires that our nations hold true to their word that we will eradicate poverty by 2015.

Anybody can create a Stand Up event in their area!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

On the Road Again

So, after spending many pleasant afternoons in Our Special Spot in early July, the time came to hit the road again. This time, Swede's father, Woody, would be joining us.

Woody has never seen the Redwoods, and this would be his first chance to drive up the California Coastal Highway. Set to Depart on a Tuesday, we drove two hours West and were nearing the edge of the Salt Flats in Utah, when Swede's Dad pulled off the highway (Zabrina and I had a car to ourselves and were following the boys).

Swede had forgotten his guitar?!@#

They could go back to get it and Zabrina and I could drive on slowly without them, and pull off the road somewhere to wait for them, was the plan Swede came up with in an effort to inconvenience us the least. It didn't sound safe to me- I would rather return with them and stay together. The decision was to turn around and go back to Orem, and leave early in the morning.

This purpose was a little far removed from the limited life experience of Wyatt and Zabrina, who cried passionately, begging to ride with me, to keep driving, to keep moving, ensuring that Dad and Woody would meet up with us soon. Of course, I would not give in and ensured them that our detour had a purpose we may never understand.

I explained to Zabrina, in an attempt to make sense of her sniffles and tears that this would not be the last time in her life that she had made such great progress, only to have to turn around and go back, to start all over. It happens to the best of us! The lesson: pay attention.

Back in Orem, we sat out on the deck and enjoyed the evening breeze, and then we watched "1 Giant Leap," one of my favorite movies, a wisdom series on various subjects like spirituality, death, sex, etc., with World Music as a guide. Yes, we were up until about 3am- but, still ready to travel at 7am!

It felt good to pass the marker where we had turned around the night before. It felt like we were finally flowing again.

We ventured merrily into the desert, where we unexpectedly encountered the smoke of the Southwest Wildfires eerily surrounding our path. We had seen it on the news the night before, and now we turned on the AM radio to listen to what was happening all around us. It didn't take long before we saw the fire ourselves, blackening what little vegetation the desert had to offer.

The fires had crossed over the highway during the night, and there was a certainty that the reason Swede had forgotten his guitar was to avoid this natural disaster and the inconveniences and possible dangers associated with it.

Zabrina and I traveled alone together, following the boys, amazed by the power of fire. I was inspired to teach her the Gayatri mantra:

oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ
tát savitúr váreniyaṃ
bhárgo devásya dhīmahi
dhíyo yó naḥ prachodáyāt

which roughly translates,

O God, Thou art the giver of life, the remover of pain and sorrow, the bestower of happiness; O Creator of the Universe, may we receive Thy supreme, sin destroying light; may Thou guide our intellect in the right direction.

The Milford Flat fire, pictured above, which consumed over 363,000 acres (about the size of Los Angeles), was the largest wildfire in Utah's history.

There is a story of Hatsumi that Swede tells often. A student approached Hatsumi and asked what he would do if he were tied up, had a gun pointed at his head in point range, while being carried up a mountain in a wheel barrel. Hatsumi replied, "I would not show up in the first place."

This philosophy was imparted to me by my father, John Hart. When I was a girl, my father informed me as to the dangers of the world, and he advised that I prevent myself from winding up in a situation where anyone or anything had the opportunity to inflict harm upon me. For this reason, I use my sixth sense to sniff out any possibility of danger, and walk the path furthest from it.

On the rare occasions that I have been hurt, I can honestly say that I was not honoring the advice my father had given. But, when I said no to Wyatt and Zabrina's pleas to continue through the desert that night, it was obvious to me that my father was guiding me.

So, this takes me back to 1 Giant Leap. We returned to Orem, UT, just in time to watch the last FREE showing of it on Direct TV. Since Swede and I were so excited about it, the kids questioned the validity of it (you know how parents can be). But, the kids really enjoyed it, and we had some extremely intellectual discussions based on the content.

But, now I can look back and see even more purpose. This story has led me to talk about my father, to express my appreciation to him. And as I search for images on the web, I am brought to the words of a song from 1 Giant Leap by Maxi Jazz and Robby Williams called "My Culture":

When I look back over the years
At the things that brought tears to my eyes
Papa said we have to be wise to live long lives

This is what my Daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more than he did
But he taught me my culture
And how to live positive
I never wanna shame
The blood in my veins and bring pain
To my sweet grandfather’s face, in his resting place
I make haste to learn and not waste
Everything my forefathers earned in tears

For my culture

This is just an excerpt, all the words can be read at:

and you can even watch the video!!!


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Even as the World Is Racing By

Ingrid came on a trip to Monterrey, CA with Swede and I over Labor Day weekend. She posted her pictures on her blog, recently.

Today, while I was reading a book called We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For by Alice Walker, a stanza from a poem jumped out at me. I had just been there, and Ingrid had a picture of it on her blog to prove it. These are Walker's words and Ingrid's proof:

"Following is a poem about the writer's life, riddled as it is with pauses, times of incredible emptiness, times that can sometimes feel as fearful as the deepest night. And yet, with time, with maturity, and above all, with patience, one learns to dance with them.

The Writer's Life

During those times
I possess the imagination to ignore
The chaos
I live
The writer's life:

I lie in bed
Gazing out
The window

To my right
I notice
My neighbor
Is always painting
And repainting
His house.
To my left
My other neighbor
Speaks of too much shade
Of tearing
Our trees.

I paint
My house-
Orange and apricot,
butterscotch & plum-
I speak up
To save
The trees.

The days
I like best
Eating scones
With my lover
In them.
Walks on the beach
Picnics in the
That overlooks
The sea.
Hiking in the hills
Leaning on
Hiking sticks.

Writers perfect
The art
Of doing nothing
So beautifully.

We know
If there is
A butterfly
For miles
It will come
& maybe
On our head.

If there is a bird
Even flying aimless
In the next
It will not only
Where we are
But sing.

If there is a
It will
In the middle
Of our
Only once
Maybe more
& Announce

Thank you for that affirmation, Alice Walker, reminding me to pursue my path leisurely, even as the world is racing by me.


You can go to the
Synchronizing blog for more details about Aunt Ruth, 'cause her daughter, my cousin, Lesley, definitely made a cool discovery:)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Hear the Other Side

"Evolution of democracy is not possible if we are not prepared to hear the other side." -Ghandi

See what I mean about silence being my friend. When I remove all the ranting and raving, what could be coined negative thought (but what is positive and what is negative anyway), the judgments, the criticism, the me vs. you thought, I feel energized.

I have heard the other side of me, and now I'm going to let it go...

Monday, September 10, 2007

Seth Speaks

Ingrid received her book in the mail, so we started reading.

We also agreed that a book circle blog was in order, so that we could share favorite quotes and ideas.

If you would like to join us in our book circle- pleeeeaaaazzzz do:)

Friday, September 7, 2007

Open House

Excuse me for not replying to your messages quite yet, as I am preparing for my very first Yoga Open House!!!

I know, I know, I haven't even begun to tell you the details, but know this- I am aligned with an amazing new studio in Tempe, AZ, and I am working my buns off today to finish up our advertising campaign for tomorrow's open house.

You see, we are in Jen Tilly Gardens, Tempe's best kept secret. We're the studio off the beaten path, the one on the road less traveled.


Saturday, September 8th

1801 S. Jentilly Ln., Ste. B8
Tempe, AZ 85281

Thursday, September 6, 2007

New Dissertation Post

Our Special Spot

I have been procrastinating in getting my summer adventures posted. Well, not actually procrastinating, just overwhelmingly busy!

Swede, Wyatt, Zabrina and I went to Provo, UT to visit Swede's familia. The four of us all have distinctly unique activities we like to involve ourselves in on any given day. Swede likes to run, lift weights and read. Wyatt likes to swim, fish and eat. Zabrina likes to knit, swim and go to the movies. I like to meditate, run, swim and read. So, we had to figure out a way that we could all get what we wanted out of the days we were to spend together over the next month.

We devised a special plan. In the mornings, each of us received three pieces of paper to write what we wanted to do that day. We put the pieces of paper in a bowl and drew them out one at a time. We then discussed how we could all do what we liked. Well, 95% of the days activities, we found, could be fulfilled at our special spot.

I must say, this picture is a pretty good representation of it, but not quite as pristine. I did not take any pictures of our special spot. But, there was a weeping willow on the edge of a stream with soft grass, not the grass that feels like needles under your feet like we have in Tempe. We put our blankets under the weeping willow, and everyone was able to proceed doing exactly what they wanted!

Wyatt was able to fish from the stream. Zabrina and I bought floatie toys and had our fun drifting down a more tame part of the stream.

A running trail goes for miles alongside the river. I ran my longest distance on the trail: six and a half miles!!! I met my friend, Dave, on the trail. He has popped into my blog. He is a tennis star, who runs 10 miles a day on the Provo Canyon Parkway, and he also eats 120 different foods a day!!!

During the run, I passed the Bridal Veil Falls. So tired, it was my honor to bow before them.

For nearly two weeks, Wyatt, Zabrina, Swede (how could I forget Roxi???) and I made all of our dreams come true at what we like to call "our special spot."

Thanks for the beautiful memories guys.