Sep 13, 2010 | Family | 4 comments

First I should mention yoga mainly because I haven’t been doing that, and, after all, this is meant to be a yoga-type blog.
The last two mornings I’ve done a little yoga practice but not enough to have broomed every nook and cranny of my body where dust (especially dust) and spider webs have been collecting since arriving on US soil. No worries. One day I’ll get back to the Yoga Shed on Mitchells Island.
But, for now, the next few weeks are family-centric – now Daniel’s, and soon mine.
John Cleese wrote a book called, I believe, “Families: How to Survive Them”. But do we ever really?
One thing I noticed about my husband’s huge family is how they can communicate by all talking at once. It’s what they do. How that makes me feel is, at best, discombobulated, and , at worst, judgmental. Hey, it’s impolite, isn’t it? I’ve done years of personal development on good communication.
Family is family, a circle of embracing arms that includes sometimes bracing conversation.
Here’s the clan:

- family


  1. Hi Eve and Daniel,
    Your trip has been wonderful to follow. As for not doing yoga, I think being with family is harder than any asana. Personally it requires great discipline and focus to reach stira- sukha. Family makes the hardest postures seem easy – for me anyway. My visits with family are a check on every yogic skill I possess.
    But aren’t I lucky to have that test. Love Tania.

    • So well said, Tania. It’s an absolute privilege to experience family here in the US given how great the geographic distance. It’s precious to see My step-son (age 26) and Daniel savoring the time with his mother who is a frail 91 years old. More about my family from Friday.

  2. Hi darling,
    Sounds like ” how many family members does it take to sort out a problem?” answer ” all of them, because they are all the problem!”(old intern joke)
    Enjoy being with family, its wonderful you can.
    For me no matter how disfunctional mine are, they are still really important to me , they each reflect some part of me back to myself.I love them because of who they are at their essence not because of how they are, which oft times drives me bananas.
    Love you and miss you,
    travel gently,

    • I love the joke, Necie. I’ve been thinking about you and your visit with your new granddaughter. Love, love, love….Eve


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