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Yoga IS a goal oriented pursuit.

Allen Finger, the founder of Yoga Zone, says that yoga is not a "goal oriented pursuit", but I am forced to disagree. When the yogi lives with multiple sclerosis, every little thing is of goal oriented design. I am just happy to accomplish moving through my day with minimal falls, no sudden emotional outbursts, or wetting myself in public settings. There are so many goals to achieve during any given day that adding a yoga session is liked to running the Boston Marathon. In order to accomplish twenty minutes of gentle yoga, I must adopt the proper mindset, physical balance, and proper emotional attitude to reach the conclusion of my evening yoga session. Upon discovering Yoga Zone Gentle Yoga, I have realized that MS doesn't have to rob me of all physical activity. I have experimented with a variety of yoga routines and I truly appreciate the teachings of Sadie on Veria Network, Ellen Barrott from Prevention Magazine productions, and Baron Baptiste from the National Multip

Yoga IS a goal oriented pursuit.

Allen Finger, the founder of Yoga Zone, says that yoga is not a "goal oriented pursuit", but I am forced to disagree. When the yogi lives with multiple sclerosis, every little thing is of goal oriented design. I am just happy to accomplish moving through my day with minimal falls, no sudden emotional outbursts, or wetting myself in public settings. There are so many goals to achieve during any given day that adding a yoga session is liked to running the Boston Marathon. In order to accomplish twenty minutes of gentle yoga, I must adopt the proper mindset, physical balance, and proper emotional attitude to reach the conclusion of my evening yoga session. Upon discovering Yoga Zone Gentle Yoga, I have realized that MS doesn't have to rob me of all physical activity. I have experimented with a variety of yoga routines and I truly appreciate the teachings of Sadie on Veria Network, Ellen Barrott from Prevention Magazine productions, and Baron Baptiste from the National Mult

"Love you. Thanks for all the goodies."

It's been a week since the memorial. It was two weeks ago when I last talked to her. I think I am ready to talk about it; but I will never be ready to accept it. Kind of counterproductive in the reality department, don't ya think? One cannot die from multiple sclerosis. That's what they tell us, but I believe these words less and less. Ironically her last words to me were " Love you.Thanks for all the goodies!" My last words to her were "we don't do this." Real inspirational, huh? I didn't know what else to say to her. I didn't know this was  my last  opportunity to visit with her. At the memorial service, her family did not wish for anyone besides the pastor to speak. I respect that decision and am actually glad for it. There were so many people there. We had to mourn in our own way. I need to talk about her now, though. She was my friend and little sister; related not in blood but in an age-old bond developed when I was dating her brother y

"Love you. Thanks for all the goodies."

It's been a week since the memorial. It was two weeks ago when I last talked to her. I think I am ready to talk about it; but I will never be ready to accept it. Kind of counterproductive in the reality department, don't ya think? One cannot die from multiple sclerosis. That's what they tell us, but I believe these words less and less. Ironically her last words to me were " Love you.Thanks for all the goodies!" My last words to her were "we don't do this." Real inspirational, huh? I didn't know what else to say to her. I didn't know this was  my last  opportunity to visit with her. At the memorial service, her family did not wish for anyone besides the pastor to speak. I respect that decision and am actually glad for it. There were so many people there. We had to mourn in our own way. I need to talk about her now, though. She was my friend and little sister; related not in blood but in an age-old bond developed when I was dating her broth

This is a sad, sad day.

When twelve year old Abigail Van Buren Masterson (yep, named after the infamous advice columnist) is told that she is going to attend the same school and live in the same town FOR-EVER, she is thrilled. This means that her BFF might actually take human form and she will no longer need to rely upon her diary to perform that duty. Wow and viola! She and her younger brother will have their own bedrooms and life might be normal. But, then she discovers that the reason for this magnificent life change is that her mother has an incurable disease. This incurable disease is Multiple Sclerosis. Last night the world lost a wonderful person to the complications of MS. The world is a darker place without the light and joy that my friend Jamie offered with her genuine smile and positive presence. Forty percent of all sales of my YA novel Abby will be donated to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society in honor of Jamie (Feltz) Riley.  Thank you, Jamie, for being my friend.