I've used the same ten Yoga mats for years at school and for two summers for outdoor Yoga events. I promised myself I'd give them a good cleaning before bringing them back into my classroom. Well, they have been sitting on my terrace since the summer. I thought if I brought them into the living room, I'd pop in a movie and I'd clean them. So I there they sat for two weeks. They mocked me every time I walked by. I would try not to look in their direction. Well no more.
Tonight I finally sat down (literally) and wiped them down with vinegar, warm water, a touch of soap, and a mix of a few drops each of peppermint and eucalyptus oils.
J says they smell horrible, but I think the vinegar will evaporate just like when I clean the bathroom mirrors. This is a no Windex or cleaning detergent household. We use baking soda, vinegar and Dr. Bronner's soap.
Now they are all over the house, spread open to dry.
I don't smell the vinegar at all, or maybe I'm just used to it.
You might want to try cleaning your Yoga mat as well. It really doesn't take long. It was just daunting looking at ten of them and knowing they were not just dirty, but grass-stained and had a few mud stains. I think yours might be a bit easier to clean.
DIY Yoga Mat Cleaner Spray
1 part warm water with 3 parts white vinegar
Add 8-12 drops of essential oils like eucalyptus, lemongrass, lavender, mint, or tea tree oil
Mix them up and put them in a spray bottle.
If really dirty (like mine) first wash down with a few drops of Dr. Bronner's soap in warm water.
Then towel off the whole mat as much as you can, to take out the excess water. It should dry in about fifteen minutes. If it doesn't wipe it down one more time with a dry clean towel.
Then enjoy your clean, fresh smelling mat. (Let me know if you still smell the vinegar. I swear I don't.)
I’ve been writing since I was twelve.I wrote my feelings about the holocaust
and other atrocities out as a sad (and bad) song, as a descriptive depressing
poem.There was also a diary.A Barbie Diary with a lock and key. I
wrote about how I liked a boy and he liked me.Then I wrote about how the boy didn’t like me anymore.I’ve been writing down the guts and
glory of who I am for thirty years.
Now, I am done. I don’t like it anymore.I am giving up writing in a way.I thought I’d be writing for television
by now, or have my plays produced across the country but I guess that is not my
I’ve been struggling with what to put my energy into for a
decade.Writing or Yoga? Guruji
Rev. Jaganath Carrera has always said go where the energy is growing.I told myself I’d focus on writing for
a year and it looked hopeful for a little while but suddenly I feel as if I’m
in the zone, reading aloud one of my plays standing in the middle of Giant
Stadium (yes I know it’s gone but that’s my image) and I look up and there is
no one in the seats.No one.Cue the crickets.
Ah, my Ego.For
years I’ve been saying to myself that I just didn’t put enough effort into
it.I should send out more
plays.Meet more people in the
“biz,” and network, network, network.But things got real this year.Maybe it was the death of a college friend who was my age.Maybe it is my desire to buy a house
and make roots serious roots in suburbia that is making me taking stock of my
life, where I live, how I live and with whom I associate.It’s all making me realize that I’ve
been living just around the corner from La La land.I don’t think making a living off my writing is my path
It’s a hard thing to admit to myself.But if I am really honest, I have to
admit; I’m really a teacher.Yes,
that’s who I am.Wow, I don’t know
why it’s hard for me to say I’m a teacher without a little bit of downward
sliding of an inflection, as if embarrassed.Maybe it’s the saying, “Those who can-- do; those who
can’t-- teach.”Who started
that?It’s really detrimental to
the egos of those of us who do teach.Maybe it’s time to tell myself that I’m really good at the job of
sharing knowledge and my excitement about a subject with others.What’s wrong with that?
Maybe it’s not as sexy as creator of imaginary worlds, (Of
which I love to partake in—streaming online hours and months of my life away
with episodes of Lost, The
West Wing, Orange is the New Black, Top of the Lake and currently Frasier.)
I can see now how I’ve always been a teacher.You can tell by my posts on
Facebook—they are always about health or the environment, hoping that the
provocative picture or scary informational chart will encourage others to save
themselves and the world.
This admission to myself is so freeing.I am a teacher.I feel like Nick Nolte at the end of
Teachers the 1984 movie starring Ralph Macchio.(Who I thought was so cool in this movie—but now I see as a
troubled kid who really should take a shower and wash his hair.)Nick Nolte runs out of the school and
admits as the camera zooms in for a close up, “I’m a teacher.”Then the credits role.Okay, so I admit it.But I’m not yet ready for my credits to
roll.I still have creative
projects to do.
Promoting Swami Cat books at Wellness Festivals and
workshops.Next one is on December
29th at the Yoga Life Society’s Kids Yoga program at the Yoga Loft.
And Save Feb. 27th or 28th evenings
for a really thrilling production of the Churchill Jr. High’s Night of Thrills
and Chills – Two One Act Plays, The Hitch Hiker (Was also a Twilight Zone
episode) and The Real Margo, a modern suspense play.
So it’s not like I won’t be busy. Imagine me in this video eating lunch at my desk, updating lesson plans, adding to the drama club calendar and planning a new Swami Cat song all at the same time.
Summertime, lots of relaxing by the pool, napping with a book in hand, walking by the ocean-- wait a moment... I'm not doing any of those things. I am busy trying to promote Swami Cat's new book and get together a press kit for his workshop: Family Fun Yoga. Swami Cat, I need a vacation!
Oh well, it is fun sharing all of the fun Yogic lessons with new friends.
I thought I posted this already but if I did. Enjoy it again.