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New Word of the Day

It is incredibly early as I enjoy my caramel Starbucks coffee sitting under my electric blanket with the fireplace on.  I spend my mornings checking out news, jokes and entertaining myself before the day really begins into the world of duty, but right now it is my time to be one within myself.

Miss Sasha Rose joins me on my side of the couch, once she realizes I’m peeking through the curtains waving to her. Apparently my side was way better, as she jumps up to the couch and is entertaining both of us with a new outlook to the outside world, her tail just a wagging and her excitement, as she explores searching out to the right side of the window as if she has never seen it before. Just for reference this is a series of twelve foot windows, I’m sure she has seen it.

With the weather melting and a new outdoor pool in the backyard, she is making sure she takes in all the new experiences of the season change. Wadding in the puddles, skating on the ice in the morning and our favourite Tom Cruising across the deck; this is quite the sight to see, she definitely reminds me of Scooby Doo here. Each moment brings such laughter to us and I had to put it into a word.

Snortule- defined as the big suck of inhaling air, as you begin to laugh and snort at the same time. This is normally numerous snortules and you cannot stop. I recommend at least five good snortules before returning to adulthood and looking like life sucked the energy out of you. Also recommend breaking down for daily snortule moments to increase your life expectancy.

I realized the other day that this was happening quite often, (that’s the snortules, not the life sucking) and it always makes me laugh harder. How can you not snortule?

I begin to laugh harder and crack myself up, a comic relief on stage. The Doo, has been entertaining me endlessly, with our trip to Starbucks for her puppichino and whipped cream flying everywhere as she inhales it. I had to check my purse, hair and glasses for residue, an armoral wipe was in need for the car. She is the comic relief to each of my days, she is the fun, the life, the energy.

(I feel like Wilson in these photos, “Hey Neighbour”, but look you can see a bit of me).

She is learning an all new perception on photobombing, and I’m sure in no time she will be taking her own selfies with our cats. Insert a snortule here.

The perception of a dog, their attention to detail, their commitment to just being them all all times, brings a person back to that perspective. Some days you have to remind yourself it’s okay to just lay around, watch the traffic, bark out the window, eat and then lay back down. Reality is to take those moments of zen, and harness them with your breath and actually listen to the body.

It took me this long to one day finally grasp the theory of my breath to body, I started yoga over twenty years ago, apparently life just adjusted my glasses with time. I learned then to breath into movements without thinking, naturally and recently reminded myself how far you can go in a movement, how much you can change perspective and how you can fill your life with more snortule moments.

My crazy brain has been salsa dancing on some of these times of practice and after a bit I have managed to wade through the pool to the real items, get into the part of my mind and then calm down the nervous centre. My healing time on my last relapse was incredible, shortest one to date and missing a couple classes in a row, my body is not happy with me, but he was happy to return, my muscles screamed another story.

The physical shape is changing but it’s more of the psychological nature that I am intrigued by. Add in my new regime of how I can eat, (remember Hannibal piece in my mouth trying to put the jaw in) it’s lots of juicing, smoothies, rice, steamed vegetables, soft foods, as my mouth does not open too far, my body seems to be happy with me again. I truly believe this was the next step in my path of recovery. I use the breath for the fears, the anxiety, and I allow myself to tear when I am in practice of yoga if that’s what it needs to release. I even brought one of my dreams and hopes back to the table to work on getting my certification, for pilates. I just re-added it back to the dream board of my goals, so will see where this takes me.

On that, I just realized it’s Friday, can I get a hell ya! And I need to find my Doo who is wadding through the mud in the yard so she can attend day care and play. This way she can have her own snortule moments. Wishing you a weekend of these, please see above should you require assistance on your snortule.

Love always the snortule loving, maybe tooting Woman in Process