Month: February 2020

Feel Fabulous Friday

6 Restorative Yoga Poses for Adrenal Fatigue

Our yoga sequence for adrenal fatigue will help you to unwind, de-stress, and reset your adrenal glands. You will need a blanket, a long pillow, and two yoga blocks.

Viparita Karani | Hold 5 minutes

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This relaxing pose reverses blood flow out of the legs and brings blood and lymph fluid back towards the abdomen up to the brain, helping to energize and awaken the circulatory system.

  1. Begin with a block off to one side and sit next to the wall with your legs parallel to the wall. Roll back and slide your legs up the wall.
  2. Bend your knees and press your feet into the wall to lift your hips. Slide the block underneath your sacrum.
  3. Extend your legs straight up the wall. Spread your arms out wide by your sides with your palms facing up. Close your eyes and find a natural breath. Allow the muscles of your face to relax, and hold for 5 minutes.

Supported Child’s Pose | Hold 5 minutes

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This pose helps to foster feelings of safety and security to help you into a deep relaxation.

  1. Begin with a long pillow off to one side. Kneel down with your knees out wide to the edges of your mat. Bring your big toes to touch and sit your hips back onto your heels.
  2. Place the long pillow vertically up and down the mat with one end between your thighs.
  3. Place your hands down to frame the pillow. Walk your hands forward to lower your chest onto the pillow. Place one cheek down and close your eyes. Hold for 5 minutes, switching to the other cheek halfway through.

Basic Relaxation Pose | Hold 5 minutes

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This pose allows you to completely relax, helping to reduce stress and fatigue.

  1. Take a blanket and fold it into a rectangle. Roll up one end 3/4ths of the way. Place the blanket towards the top of your mat, with the rolled up part at the bottom.
  2. Place your two blocks halfway down your mat.
  3. Lie down so that the rolled up part of the blanket rests underneath your neck and the unrolled part is supporting your head. Adjust the blocks so that they support your knees. Extend your arms out wide to the sides with your palms facing up. Close your eyes and allow yourself to fully relax here for 5 minutes.

Supported Crossed-Legs Pose | Hold 2 minutes per side

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This relaxing pose helps to relieve tension in the hips and increase a sense of ease in the body and mind.

  1. To begin, place a chair on your mat. Sit in front of the chair with your legs crossed, facing the seat.
  2. Bring your arms onto the seat and gently rest your forehead down.
  3. Close your eyes and hold for 2 minutes. Cross the other leg in front, rest your forehead back down, and relax for 2 more minutes.

Supported Bridge | Hold 5 minutes

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This pose helps to slow the overactive sympathetic response and bring your body back into balance.

  1. Start with your long pillow or a block off to one side. Lie down on your mat with your knees bent and your feet on the floor.
  2. Lift your hips up towards the ceiling into a bridge. Slide the pillow or block underneath your sacrum. Lower your hips back down onto it.
  3. Extend your legs down the mat. Release your arms out by your sides with your palms facing up. Close your eyes and relax here for 5 minutes.

Supported Twist | Hold 2 minutes per side

Yoga for Adrenal Fatigue

This pose helps to stretch the muscles of the back, increase digestion, and relieve mental tension.

  1. To begin, place your long pillow vertically up and down your mat.
  2. Sit in front of the pillow facing sideways, with your right hip next the pillow. Bend your knees so that they are pointing to the right.
  3. Twist your torso to face the pillow and place your hands down to frame it. Walk your hands towards the top of the mat to bring your torso to rest on the pillow. Rest your right cheek down and close your eyes. Hold for 2 minutes and then switch sides.

Tips:

  • If it feels uncomfortable in your neck, place a blanket under your cheek.
  • If you want to feel a deeper twist, turn to the opposite cheek.

https://blog.paleohacks.com/yoga-for-adrenal-fatigue/

A Life Like That, by MwsR

There was a time when things were not more important than loving a person.

Love and life of this old world could be found with much anticipation and vigor.

Things like that were not only shown in the movies but in real life.

The seasons of a person’s life always came at the time they were supposed to and in the manner, they should

Money earned was spent on an enjoyable vacation filled with memories of your family or friends.

Money saved was hope in the future of comfortability and not a necessity.

People went and shook the hand of their neighbors and they called them by their first names.

There was no closed doors because anyone was welcome to stop by.

People were special, even if they were just a passer more by.

Things were easier to see and people did not walk around in a socialized made haze.

Because of the way they were reared they knew how to endear, as well as persevere.

The biggest battle or two, for the school-age group, was which clique to belong to or which club to be in.

I wish our world had those things gone before us.

Love like that and respect of one’s neighbor was engrained in them all.

Society was in general friendlier than the one we know today.

No one really stepped over others, just to get there own way.

I would very much liked it back, in the day.

A life like that came with its share of excitement, respect, loyalty, and love.

Too bad today, much of what we see is when people shove.

When people are mean, destructive, and rude.

Selfish is the new thinking, and it is clouded with a sky of resentment.

Sure not all is bad, as is the case, mostly, anyway.

Just thinking about a life like that!

MwsR Quote

Poem Story

Story…. MwsR
A young freckled-faced girl who was growing older every day and wanted to believe that people never went away.
She believed in dreams and wishes; she held on to hopes and kisses.
Till one day it all changed. Her life was re-arranged.
She found out that life can be unkind that people will hurt others because they can’t love themselves, or they’re blind.
So she changed who she chose to be..started to set her guilt-free.
She taught herself that life’s about forgiving. If it ain’t it’s too hard for a living.
Others could not hurt her to her core…anymore.
She loved and stuck to those she adored.
Her life became hers again. She didn’t hold on to a bargain of her heart.
Her love was the key that set her free.
Now and forever she’ll be happy.

MwsRWritings

Mirror by MwsR

“I am good enough,” she said to herself.

“I am not the prettiest, not the littlest but I ain’t ugly,” she continued as she looked in the mirror.

Despite her repeated efforts to make herself feel important or good about herself, the one thing she never could forget was the way she had been treated.

No mirror will help your soul shine... NO twist of fate will change your mind... **** It is only when you, yourself can take off all those self-doubts, all those busted dreams, and scrape up your own courage to see yourself as a fallible, imperfect creature that you will feel as you always should of, about yourself. Inhibited only by yourself and not the opinions of others.

Poem

Extra Effort, Sudden Chance by MwsR

The times I thought that would pass this way again
Where you could do and say what you wanted to
Never came for me and you.
Thinking that we could make up for things left unfinished
For things that were questioned but never answered
It all sounds so absurd….now.
What part of life do we actually ever control?
Is it written down somewhere I’d like to know where
But if you ask me it is nowhere, I swear?
Sudden comes disappointment and regret
Hardly ever do we actually live life to it’s all
Taking notice only if we begin to fall.
If only we could see ahead and know our time was short
I think we would make the most of it
So we wouldn’t have limits.
What is there, right before our eyes
Sometimes makes us too cozy to take the opportunity
I don’t wish that on you or me.
Spend that extra minute making things right,
Saying those words that you want to say
And stop leaving undone what you want to stay.
A man is no keeper of the next moment,
No owner of life and circumstance
Take the extra effort, take the sudden change.

Short Story Share

A Telephonic Conversation

by Mark Twain

An illustration for the story A Telephonic Conversation by the author Mark Twain

Consider that a conversation by telephone–when you are simply sitting by and not taking any part in that conversation–is one of the solemnest curiosities of modern life. Yesterday I was writing a deep article on a sublime philosophical subject while such a conversation was going on in the room. I notice that one can always write best when somebody is talking through a telephone close by. Well, the thing began in this way. A member of our household came in and asked me to have our house put into communication with Mr. Bagley’s downtown. I have observed, in many cities, that the sex always shrink from calling up the central office themselves. I don’t know why, but they do. So I touched the bell, and this talk ensued:

CENTRAL OFFICE. (gruffy.) Hello!

I. Is it the Central Office?

C. O. Of course it is. What do you want?

I. Will you switch me on to the Bagleys, please?

C. O. All right. Just keep your ear to the telephone.

Then I heard k-look, k-look, k’look–klook-klook-klook-look-look! then a horrible “gritting” of teeth, and finally a piping female voice: Y-e-s? (rising inflection.) Did you wish to speak to me?

Without answering, I handed the telephone to the applicant, and sat down. Then followed that queerest of all the queer things in this world– a conversation with only one end of it. You hear questions asked; you don’t hear the answer. You hear invitations given; you hear no thanks in return. You have listening pauses of dead silence, followed by apparently irrelevant and unjustifiable exclamations of glad surprise or sorrow or dismay. You can’t make head or tail of the talk, because you never hear anything that the person at the other end of the wire says. Well, I heard the following remarkable series of observations, all from the one tongue, and all shouted– for you can’t ever persuade the sex to speak gently into a telephone:

Yes? Why, how did that happen?

Pause.

What did you say?

Pause.

Oh no, I don’t think it was.

Pause.

No! Oh no, I didn’t mean that. I meant, put it in while it is still boiling–or just before it comes to a boil.

Pause.

What?

Pause.

I turned it over with a backstitch on the selvage edge.

Pause.

Yes, I like that way, too; but I think it’s better to baste it on with Valenciennes or bombazine, or something of that sort. It gives it such an air–and attracts so much noise.

Pause.

It’s forty-ninth Deuteronomy, sixty-forth to ninety-seventh inclusive. I think we ought all to read it often.

Pause.

Perhaps so; I generally use a hair pin.

Pause.

What did you say? (aside.) Children, do be quiet!

Pause

Oh! B flat! Dear me, I thought you said it was the cat!

Pause.

Since when?

Pause.

Why, I never heard of it.

Pause.

You astound me! It seems utterly impossible!

Pause.

Who did?

Pause.

Good-ness gracious!

Pause.

Well, what is this world coming to? Was it right in church?

Pause.

And was her mother there?

Pause.

Why, Mrs. Bagley, I should have died of humiliation! What did they do?

Long pause.

I can’t be perfectly sure, because I haven’t the notes by me; but I think it goes something like this: te-rolly-loll-loll, loll lolly-loll-loll, O tolly-loll-loll-lee-ly-li-I-do! And then repeat, you know.

Pause.

Yes, I think it is very sweet–and very solemn and impressive, if you get the andantino and the pianissimo right.

Pause.

Oh, gum-drops, gum-drops! But I never allow them to eat striped candy. And of course they can’t, till they get their teeth, anyway.

Pause.

What?

Pause.

Oh, not in the least–go right on. He’s here writing–it doesn’t bother him.

Pause.

Very well, I’ll come if I can. (aside.) Dear me, how it does tire a person’s arm to hold this thing up so long! I wish she’d–

Pause.

Oh no, not at all; I like to talk–but I’m afraid I’m keeping you from your affairs.

Pause.

Visitors?

Pause.

No, we never use butter on them.

Pause.

Yes, that is a very good way; but all the cook-books say they are very unhealthy when they are out of season. And he doesn’t like them, anyway–especially canned.

Pause.

Oh, I think that is too high for them; we have never paid over fifty cents a bunch.

Pause.

Must you go? Well, good-by.

Pause.

Yes, I think so. Good-by.

Pause.

Four o’clock, then–I’ll be ready. Good-by.

Pause.

Thank you ever so much. Good-by.

Pause.

Oh, not at all!–just as fresh–which? Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that. Good-by.

(Hangs up the telephone and says, “Oh, it does tire a person’s arm so!”)

A man delivers a single brutal “Good-by,” and that is the end of it. Not so with the gentle sex–I say it in their praise; they cannot abide abruptness.