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my people November 16, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — meganeberry @ 9:56 pm

A few weeks ago, my house and car keys, cell phone, and favorite down vest were stolen. From a yoga studio. From my favorite yoga studio. Somewhere between 630 and 930 that night, someone decided he or she needed those things more than I did, and scooped my vest, with what felt like my whole life in the pockets, and walked out the door.

While I will spare you the details of my meltdown, frantic calls to my sister, terrible night of sleep on her couch, and exhaustive chaos that ensued the next day as we pieced everything back together (well, as she pieced everything back together is more like it…I stared out the car window trying not to barf for most of the day), I can tell you I came out the other side wounded, violated, shaken up…and a little bit wiser and braver.

Later that week, standing in a cooking class with the other people in the program I was at when my things were stolen, listening to someone ask if we knew anyone who could work as a nanny and private vegan chef for her in nine months because, ‘I neeeeeed someone to do this for me. And I’m a planner. So I need them in nine months,’ I realized these did not have to be my people.

My people don’t have to be the pretentious women in cooking class who can’t see past the end of their micro-nutrient obsessed noses while millions of people around the world go to bed hungry. I can choose to align with the grandmother in Tanzania who practically crawled into her cabinet to fetch me the last pastry she had as a thank you for helping her carry a box of medicine.

My people don’t have to be the yoga teacher who would not even look up to greet me the next morning when I walked in to see if anyone had returned my things and merely told me, ‘better use a lock next time.’ I can gravitate toward Jeremy, the guy at the Chevy dealership, who cut new keys for me for half price just because Sarah and I were nice to him and most people aren’t.

My people don’t have to be the boy who’s made me cry myself to sleep more times than I can count, and months later still takes up more brain space than I’d like to admit. I can focus my energy on going to dinner with my friend Blake on a super snowy Denver night, on the boys in Texas who show me what it means to be a gentleman, on the men I know around the world who are phenomenal boyfriends, husbands, fathers and humans and remind me I am worth working hard for.

My people don’t have to be in my vicinity. I can give time to maintaining the incredible friendships I’ve made in the past decade, though we’ve been flung further apart than we ever imagined. I can work hard to make sure those human gifts from the universe do not go uncherished.

We do not get to choose who and what is flung our way, good or bad, temporarily or for a long, long time. But we do get to choose how we respond. What we do with it. Where we focus. And who we become.

 

today September 16, 2013

Filed under: dc — meganeberry @ 5:46 pm
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this city is not my city and i will never call it home.

 

i’ve complained about it more than my fair share, and it’s wounded me (physically, intellectually and emotionally) more than i want to recall.

 

but i’ve walked those navy yard streets on the news many, many times. my small friends luke and faith live there, and their daddy is an officer in the navy. many of my friends, students and coworkers have loved ones who are first responders. and you can’t go two minutes around here without bumping into someone from the military.

 

we live in a world where the unthinkable has become commonplace.

 

let peace begin with me.

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gone September 2, 2013

Filed under: dc,gratitude,rant,yoga — meganeberry @ 9:37 pm

Remember the yoga studio I wanted to work at? The one that, in Colorado, shaped my practice, gave me my roots and wings and my sense of self, the one that molded me into who I am today?

 

I got hired.

 

For eight months, I put everything I had into teaching those classes. I spent long hours making playlists, creating sequences, commuting an hour each way. My brain hurt and my body hurt and I hardly ever got to take class as a student. I’d fall into bed after getting home at 1030pm (on a good day, and only if I caught the right bus). And in a city where some teachers are paid upwards of $100 per class, I made $15 an hour. Which, by the time you factor in commuting is $7.50 an hour, and by the time you factor in taxes, is pretty much charity.

 

I also got fired.

 

You’re insubordinate, she said. You have a bad attitude, she said. People are afraid to be around you and you’re dramatic and I know who you’ve been talking to and he said and she said and they said…

 

The place that was my shelter cut me off at the knees.

 

I could speculate for hours. I could consider egos and emotions and politics and intimidation and ulterior motives. I actually already have. I’d say it drove me crazy if I wasn’t already there.

 

But the fact of the matter is…it’s done. Suddenly I had time to go to the gym, and practice on my own, and listen to music just to listen, not to figure out where to jam it into a playlist. I’d find myself running or busting out a handstand and a smile would creep onto my lips out of nowhere. But I knew why it had come.

 

I was free.

 

Do I feel slighted, jaded, betrayed? Absolutely. Do I still cry about it, late at night, when I don’t think anyone else can hear? At least once a week. Have I heard a second peep from all the students and fellow teachers who were so outraged to hear what had happened when it did? Of course not.

 

Am I actually glad, is there a silver lining, do I find gratitude to have escaped the jealous sorority of boutique corporate yoga?

 

Every damn day.

 

December 4, 2012

Filed under: quotations — meganeberry @ 9:39 am

‘people talk about the reality of their life as if it is important. and we want you to understand, it’s only the temporary indicator. do you go to the  gas station-your gas gauge is on empty-do you go to the gas station and look at your gas gauge in horror? ‘how did this happen?  why, why, why did this happen to me?’ do you lay your head on the  steering wheel and just sob? ‘oh, look what it’s come to. i’m finished.  i’ve lived all of this life, and look where i am.’ or do you just fill up?’

- esther abraham-hicks

 

November 9, 2012

Filed under: quotations — meganeberry @ 7:29 pm

‘be easy about it. don’t rush into things. savor them more. make more plans and be more deliberate and specific about the plans you are making, and in all you do, let your dominant intent be to find that which pleasures you as you imagine it. let your desire for pleasure and your desire for feeling good be your only guiding light. as you seek those thoughts  that feel good, you will always be in vibrational harmony with the energy that is your source. and under those  conditions, only good can come to you — and only good can come from  you.’

 

- esther abraham-hicks

 

#thepeoplehavespoken* November 7, 2012

Filed under: celebrations,dc,gratitude,inspiration — meganeberry @ 8:42 am

 

 

*more on why i voted (again) for president obama, and how i spent election night, soon. right now, it’s homework time…

 

in photos: mount vernon November 2, 2012

Filed under: dc,gratitude,inspiration,photos,travel — meganeberry @ 8:21 am

last saturday, on the best fall day of the year, some good friends were visiting from north carolina. we opted out of the bustle of the city, and instead chose to visit george washington’s mount vernon. unbeknownst to us, it was also fall festival weekend, so there were a bunch of additional activities to enjoy, which made the day even more perfect. (as in, i got to talk to the kindest, most knowledgeable farrier about horses and horseshoes for a loooong time. SWOON.)

enjoy.

 

 
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