Weekday mornings I get up at 4:15; it’s a bit later on the weekends but not a lot. Occasionally I’ll just lay there for a few minutes but usually I get right up. You see, I love my yoga and my yoga fashions and I don’t have many minutes to spare. I get dressed, including breast forms most days – lipstick everyday – and go downstairs. The house is quiet; everyone and everything still sleeping soundly. I make coffee; I love my coffee too. I assemble the meals I’ll eat at work that day and feed my finches while the coffee is brewing. Sometimes I’ll check the weather and email; sometimes not. When the coffee’s done, I get a cup and head back upstairs for my morning yoga flow/ exercise.
My weekday yoga flow takes about 20 minutes. This time of year 20 minutes is about how long it takes me to sweat my tits off, literally. That leaves me 30 – 45 minutes to meditate. My meditation altar isn’t complete yet. I have a few candles and when something is blooming in the yard, I have fresh flowers – the rabbits are getting there before me right now. I recently added a statue of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva in his Chinese form, Kuan-Yin. In Sanskrit, Avalokiteshvara is the deity of great compassion and, male; but, in China / southeast Asia, he is Kuan-Yin, female. The duality seemed fitting to me but the main point is great compassion. Compassion and kindness are often the intention of my practice. Daily meditation helps me stay focused on my intention. It also relieves stress and helps me realize our connectedness.
I don’t usually spend more than 30 minutes meditating. When I’m done I go back downstairs for another cup of coffee, prolonging my stay in peaceful lipstick yogi form but, soon it’s time to return to the drab world of business casual and computer monitors. I make money as a network consultant. I used to enjoy it but it’s gotten old. I dream of the day when I can turn in my slacks for yoga pants and grow a garden – I’m still working on being in the moment. The bright spot is the people. Even if I’d rather not work on their problems, I enjoy the people. I don’t share the lipstick yogi with them. I don’t share the lipstick yogi with very many people at all.
My wife – she won’t let me be the wife – asked me the other day if I like getting up so early in the morning. I told her I didn’t particularly. I do sort of need to get to work early because when it’s 7 A.M. here, it’s lunch time in Zurich, but I don’t have to get started that early. The Europeans I work with tend to hang around late. I told her that early in the morning is the only time I, the lipstick yogi, can exist. That struck me as true at the time but it came to me, in the peace after meditating, that it’s not quite correct. Early in the morning, while everyone and everything is asleep, is the most likely time for the lipstick yogi to exist; but, Julia always exists.
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