This is a weird post for me because I have some great pictures of H & I’s last trip to WA & ID, but then I was looking for a photo for my mom, an old photo, & all these other pictures were on the same disk & I had been thinking lately about this place:
My huge room. It also had an attached huge bathroom. Blurry pic, but not sure if I have any other ones. My room mate gave me & installed that chandelier.
It was the best place I have ever lived. It was on the corner of 4th street & Redondo, above an old Italian restaurant & a new trendy barbershop. My room mate & I would walk the dog, peeking into the barbershop windows at the cute barbers & their customers.
The street was quite busy & loud & we were also very close to the local fire department. It was Long Beach after all so the fire truck blaring down the street was an almost daily occasion. The apartment had double paned windows so it was eerily quiet (despite fire truck) even though so much action was going on below.
So why was I thinking about this place? I was so happy here & I also remember how much effing leisure time I had. I used to take 3 hour baths. Now I’m lucky if I can squeeze in a 10 minute shower.
I had this exact wall cork board configuration at my apartment, took a picture so someday I can recreate.
7th & Redondo, after Blockbuster & before pet store. Not sure what’s there now!MISFITBETSYHENDRIXMy regal Misfit in a rare moment of repose.
Myself & an old bf?
And my three cats above, Hendrix, Betsy (brother & sister), & later came Misfit. Why, oh why 3 cats you ask? Well, there was a huge feral cat population on the waterfront where I worked & a pregnant calico found me one day out in the smoke break area. I took her home & she had 4 babies. I partnered with a place to adopt them out & after those 5 cats were gone my apartment felt a bit empty. I know, you’re thinking crazy cat lady.
It’s true, I was. I had to find homes for those little loves when I made the decision to move up to OR with my parents. And not too long ago my Hendrix passed away. His owner fed him delicacies in his decline & buried him at a relative’s farm.
I’m perhaps so retrospective because we are going to move again. More space, a bigger back yard for H, it will be a good thing. Not surprisingly I feel sad, I am attached to this place & our little community. H was a newborn here. He crawled & walked here. I have other mama friends.
So I’ll process it slowly & probably get attached to the new place soon too, that is how it goes.
Sending love & light to all of you & the world today.
~Namaste.
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Published by Liz Brower
I've practiced yoga since 2006, I stumbled into a class at my local gym. I didn't really "get" yoga, I wanted to do all of the poses to the max, I didn't focus on breathing, and I was very competitive. A year later I quit smoking and my mom purchased a three month unlimited to a local studio. I fell in love with yoga! Plus the metaphor was strong, my lungs began to repair, I could take really deep inhales without coughing! I later began to go to a free outdoor yoga classes in downtown Long Beach, CA that was also affiliated with a donation based studio. Yoga was fun, affordable, accessible, and outside! I loved it. I started practicing at home by myself. I started meditating.
Right after I found the classes at the gym stopped drinking alchohol. My sobriety and yoga have intertwined ever since. They compliment each other amazingly and I am so grateful for them both.
I stopped practicing yoga after getting pregnant and being caught up with the taking care of a newborn in 2013/2014. When he was 9 months old I realized that I really wanted to redirect myself back to yoga. I also had the seed planted in my mind while driving home from Christmas break, why don't you go do a yoga teacher training?! I started practicing yoga at a local studio and began scouring the internet for a teacher training program. I found Three Sisters Yoga, a lovely program, based out of NY & PDX. I was more than motivated to teach, I started teaching some free yoga in the summer of 2015 at a local park. I continued after that with an internship at the same studio I had signed back up with at the beginning of the year. I quit my day job. I hit the pavement, scouring for yoga gigs that would hire a newbie. I found a job and began to teach!
Now I am navigating the great balance of being a single mom, a yoga teacher, and doing my best to trust my higher power with my future. I love to teach and practice vinyasa, but also know what it's like to be drawn to slower types of yoga due to injury or body type. I feel a special affinity for yoga new comers and like to teach practice at all different levels. Thank you for taking time to read a little more about me and I wish all of you the best in your own individual yoga practice.
~Namaste!
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Where are you moving to Liz? Hopefully still in an area that we’ll bump into each other, yes? Miss you and you’re still here! ❤
Kathie
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Where are you moving to Liz? Hopefully still in an area that we’ll bump into each other, yes? Miss you and you’re still here! ❤
Kathie
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