Now, I don’t mind being accused of things that are true such as, “Sharon, you are a woman.” Yes, yes I am and I accept that accusation. I will also accept that I’m also a food addict, a cocktail lover, a mother, a wife, an OT, a person with ADHD and dyslexia, and all the other things that make me who I am whether good or bad or ugly, however . . .
So, over the last several months, I have been enlightened by certain individuals, by my dreams at night, and by all of the reading and research that I do to expand my practice in a direction that will address the whole child. You see, there are therapists and doctors out there who only treat a dissected piece of a child and that’s just not appropriate when you have a child made up of several systems, loads of nerve fibers, synapses, thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc. You can’t really just treat one thing because it is all interconnected, ya know?
I am one of those people that when I get an idea for betterment, I turn into the Tasmanian Devil and take every class, read every article, talk to any and every individual that has anything to do with what I am going after, and I do it with the craziness and vigor of a Tasmanian Devil. It drives my husband insane at my intensity and often time absence from him as I am studying my gatookus off.
My latest endeavors have been essential oils, kid’s yoga, biofeedback, and Reiki healing as I feel every kid needs a calm bit in their lives, hell, we all do. Our world is going so fast and there is so much in it to process can you imagine what it must be like for a kid? Their brains aren’t fully developed to process such volumes of input and over-stimulation happens constantly. That’s what a temper-tantrum can sometimes erupt from or anxiety or depression in these little kids. That’s bad, y’all!
For years, I turned away from essential oils thinking that it was a bunch of hooey and I don’t have time for hooey. I also thought yoga and Reiki healing were interesting but a bit out of the realm of who I was to be a part of it, though I have taken Pilates for years, yoga was just a bit hooeyish to me too. I mean, what the hell is Ommmm? I know now, but back then, um, can you say “you’ve smoked way too much weed, dude.”
So, in the furry that I do everything I want to learn, I became a Certified Aromatherapist, a Certified Reiki Healer 1 and 2, and a Certified Kid’s Yoga instructor and let me tell you something, I stand corrected! No hooey, I can assure you.
First off, the essential oils are just amazing and actually do work in the manner that people are saying and have been around for over 6000 years and believed to have started in Egypt. Yoga has been around freaking forever it seems and if you’ve ever seen the movies Eat, Pray, Love or Dr. Strange, they seek the very wisdom where yoga comes from and I have to tell you, it’s damn intriguing!
Now, I have gotten so excited about yoga and essential oils that I have certain things now attached to my car to share my excitement. Such things as a lotus flower, which is a very cool flower and now I know that it symbolizes the very thing yoga is striving to do for us, bring about beautiful change out of the ‘muck’ we find ourselves in and can come in the form of stress, anxiety, depression, muscle tension, obesity, etc.
I also have a beautiful decal of a yoga girl sitting in greeting position decorated so intricately that I couldn’t help myself. In additions, because I use the word “y’all” quite a lot and I’ve made an odd impression in the UK because of my final teaching video that I had to make for my certification in yoga and send it to my teacher. My teacher loved my video so much that it sounds like she has put it everywhere out there. So embarrassing!
Anyway, I also have “Namaste, y’all” stuck to my car as well and I love it!
Well, there are two men in my life that I love to bits, there are more but I’m just going to address these two punks for now . . .
So, I’m sitting there minding my own business one evening enjoying a cocktail and watching Booze Traveler, the irony, when my son busts into the house, he’s like a damn bull coming into our house, y’all, not kidding. He stalks up to me and asks, “What are you some Buddist now?” I looked at him like he had just spoken to me in another language that involved spit and replied, “What in the hell are you talking about, goober?”
Well . . .
He goes off on me about the yoga girl on my car, the lotus flower, and the “Namaste, y’all” saying that I have turned into a Buddist and I have gone crazy. Is this kid on crack?
I inform him that I am not a Buddist, although their teachings are really interesting, that I am a Christian and nothing will change that. I also had to tell him that yoga is not a religion, it is a practice and a way to develop a deeper understanding of self. He rolled his eyes and walked off murmuring, “Great, mom’s a Buddist.” Yes, I believe he is on crack.
Well . . .
The next evening the Professor (what I call my husband when he is wearing his glasses) comes in from work and declares, “Are you a Buddist?” What in the hell and where are my family members getting this crack from?
“No, why is everyone calling me a damn Buddist?”
Then with the furry my son showed earlier, he launched into the weirdness that I now have on my car. Oh for crying out loud, y’all!
Now, I’m pretty sure embracing yoga for kids and putting a few stickers on your car doesn’t make you an automatic Buddist. I’m pretty sure there are a lot more steps.
In my fashion that can sometimes put the men I love in their places pretty damn roughly at times, I gather the both of them and launch into this . . .
“Let me just tell y’all something . . . I’m pretty sure there are a lot more steps to becoming a Buddist and embracing yoga and putting a couple of stickers on your car is NOT the way and if y’all think this is the way, well, y’all are not too keen up in the brain department. I am being falsley accused of practicing something that will help the kids in and out of my practice. Accusing someone of something that they are not is just wrong, y’all and you know it. Now put down your crack pipes, let me be the yoga practicing Christian that I am, and shut the hell up.”
With tail between their legs and a new understanding of how far you can push a yoga practicing Christian, they relented and have left me alone. Don’t mess with me or you’ll get my damn horns and yes, I can be accused of having horns on occasion.
Buddism in and of itself, in my opinion, is a gentle way of worshiping God, only they call it Budda if you really think about it. Every religion or whatever some of them call themselves is simply a form of worshiping and appreciating God, they just rename the characters in the play of life. I might be wrong but that’s what I think.
Whatever you are, don’t accuse people of being or doing something that is untrue or you might get some horns in your ass!