Enough with the pictures already

I don't have a facebook but I do have an instagram.  And I've been trying to understand the fascination with "selfies". Isn't it awkward to take pictures of yourself?  It's weird to me. I thought there was a fear of looking conceited by taking a selfie.  By doing that aren't you kind of saying there's a need for approval by getting "likes" to feel validated? And what about the ones whose every little square is a picture of them self but it's not one they could have taken, like a full body shot.  Are they asking someone to take their picture? Do they send it to them self from someone else's phone? What goes on?

I've wondered what will happen to this generation of little kids who, since birth, have had phones in front of them instead of faces?  I'm not meaning to knock parents and people who do that and I'm not saying it makes you an uninvolved parent because you do this. I certainly take pictures of the beautiful babies in my family.  Because, yes, I want to show the world how cute they are and how happy they make me.  That's what we do right? Take pictures of things to show people what makes us happy.  I just hope the overwhelming cell phones in the face won't cause a disconnect for these kids.  A lot of teenagers today seem to have a celebrity complex and I hope they don't see it as how many likes you get defines your self esteem.

I dunno. Just a thought. What do I know.

Peace Especially

Since I've stopped running and love to eat, I needed to start doing something good for my body.  I've recently started going to The Yogatorium.  (If I knew how to hyperlink the website I would do that but I don't.)  The owner of this yoga studio out in the middle of nowhere is Ms. Jackie.  She is 80 years old and amazing.  Not only can she stretch better than my 25 year old self (she's been doing yoga for 40 years), she is a retired professor from Clemson.  She's someone that you just want to be around so you can soak up her wisdom and peacefulness.

Unfortunately she's out of town for the next two weeks so I'm left to yoga for myself.  That sounds weirder than I meant for it to.  I don't have the peace and patience to really concentrate on poses and breathing so I try to set up a calm environment thinking that might help.  I'm getting in to the routine of reading some scripture in the morning and then setting my mat out in front of the window and having "quiet time" to stretch my body and clear my head.  I really need the head clearing part because the tension in my neck won't let me look all the way to the right. 

 

The morning wetness and abundant green hue outside made for a peaceful setting.  However, I have a not so peaceful dog that wanted to do some yoga too.

Looks like his stuffed monkey is trying some sort of pose in the background.