<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:50:18.435-05:00</updated><category term='back to school'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='hip replacement'/><category term='true body'/><category term='Ann Firestone'/><category term='Pilates'/><category term='tea'/><category term='writing'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='dance'/><category term='move'/><category term='inspiring women'/><category term='new york true body'/><category term='fringe festival'/><category term='breath'/><title type='text'>(e)MOTION</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7266949467660422348</id><published>2010-12-05T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:43:40.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year I Danced.</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will continue to follow me here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://theyearidanced.blogspot.com"&gt;theyearidanced.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7266949467660422348?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7266949467660422348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7266949467660422348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7266949467660422348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7266949467660422348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-i-danced.html' title='The Year I Danced.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8710667959908497602</id><published>2010-10-15T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:46:59.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Stretch Fundamentals Podcast</title><content type='html'>Here is another one with the lovely Rachel Appel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15536292" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15536292"&gt;Pilates Enthusiasts : S2E10 : Side Stretch Fundamentals&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/pilates"&gt;Balanced Body Pilates&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8710667959908497602?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8710667959908497602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8710667959908497602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8710667959908497602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8710667959908497602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/10/side-stretch-fundamentals-podcast.html' title='Side Stretch Fundamentals Podcast'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-4450367326403726731</id><published>2010-10-13T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:43:51.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates in LA. Lucky me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/TLYZ3GjXqMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nYqkHU7sRa0/s1600/photo+studio+pub+green+mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/TLYZ3GjXqMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nYqkHU7sRa0/s320/photo+studio+pub+green+mag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527634027086325954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the extreme good fortune to meet Manon Laplante and to assist in her beautiful Silver Lake studio while I am in LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and if you are interested in some detailed, precise, true instruction, make an appointment at Le Pilates Loft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lepilatesloft.com"&gt;www.lepilates.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how pretty it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-4450367326403726731?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/4450367326403726731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=4450367326403726731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4450367326403726731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4450367326403726731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/10/pilates-in-la-lucky-me.html' title='Pilates in LA. Lucky me!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/TLYZ3GjXqMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nYqkHU7sRa0/s72-c/photo+studio+pub+green+mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-1309368055371461043</id><published>2010-08-26T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:04:19.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pilates Podcast Fun! Roll ups and roll downs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14404485" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14404485"&gt;Pilates Enthusiasts : S2E04 : Roll Downs and Roll Ups&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/pilates"&gt;Balanced Body Pilates&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-1309368055371461043?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/1309368055371461043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=1309368055371461043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1309368055371461043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1309368055371461043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-pilates-podcast-fun-roll-ups-and.html' title='More Pilates Podcast Fun! Roll ups and roll downs.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8810437057159436120</id><published>2010-08-26T06:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:01:38.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Your Neck Hurt When You "C-Curve?"</title><content type='html'>Well then check out my first video for Balanced Body!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14006812" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14006812"&gt;Pilates Enthusiasts : S2E02 : Neck Strain and the C-Curve&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/pilates"&gt;Balanced Body Pilates&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot about 15 of these earlier this year and they are just now beginning to show up on the "Enthusiasts" Podcast Channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8810437057159436120?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8810437057159436120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8810437057159436120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8810437057159436120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8810437057159436120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-your-neck-hurt-when-you-c-curve.html' title='Does Your Neck Hurt When You &quot;C-Curve?&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-524587968172042505</id><published>2010-08-25T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:43:01.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want to Make Real Change? True Body Private Sessions Available</title><content type='html'>Here is what I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In order to make a change, you have to bring your body along for the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever tried to make a change in your life and gotten completely frustrated because as much as you wanted to stick to a diet, or quit feeling that way about a certain person, or gotten confident enough to get a new job, or wanted to find your passion, you just couldn't do it? That no matter how much your brain wanted to change, your body just kept reverting the same old patterns and habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why. Our thought and movement patterns are deeply held in the body. Our body has memorized them for us, neuro-muscularly. So if your body has a history of depression, your body had memorized these feelings and patterns in your posture and movements. Conversely, if your body had a history of wellness and joy, those are the patterns that will be recalled, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me for a private session to explore your goals, see where you might be stuck and then look at some of your postural and movement patterns for clues to how your body's patterns might be keeping you in the past. Whether you come for one, two or three sessions and you will take home easy movement homework (things you can do at home), as well as other exercises for you to explore a new freedom in mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Session - $100 per hour&lt;br /&gt;Two Sessions - $85 per hour&lt;br /&gt;Three Sessions - $75 per hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me at stacy@truebodyproject.org for more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-524587968172042505?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/524587968172042505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=524587968172042505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/524587968172042505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/524587968172042505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-want-to-make-real-change-true.html' title='Do You Want to Make Real Change? True Body Private Sessions Available'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8097851818385760588</id><published>2010-08-05T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:29:48.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS - NEW OWNERS AT PENDLETON!</title><content type='html'>I am turning 50 in January. When I turned 40, I hadn't even considered teaching Pilates or running a wellness business or publishing a novel or writing a play. The last 10 years have been extraordinary and one of the things I am most grateful for is Pendleton Pilates. I opened a two-reformer studio in the fall of 2001. Now, we have four studios in the system and the best teachers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is time for me to turn over the reins to new business partners Kate Graham and Sonya McDonnell. As of today, Pendleton Pilates will now be officially owned and operated by Loveland and West Chester owners, Kate and Sonya. Lucky for all of you that  Kate and Sonya are equally terrific and the studio will operate much in the same way as it always has. That said, Kate and Sonya are really looking forward to working closely with all of you to make Pendleton Pilates the best Pilates experience possible. You will hear from them very soon as they begin to innovate for an even stronger studio system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will remain involved as founder and as an educator. I will assist with teacher training and help Sonya and Kate whenever they need me. I look forward to teaching workshops soon. The rest of the time I will be focusing on the True Body Project, my writing work, and whatever new exciting thing comes my way this decade ... that which I can't even see yet is the most exciting of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eternally grateful to so many people, beginning with Lou Buschle, Kate Graham and Sonya McDonnell for helping me keep Pendleton Pilates a resource for so many people. And to all the instructors and clients with whom I have worked in the past many years, I am deeply moved by all of you. I look forward to more opportunities to move our bodies and learn our way to wellness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Kate and Sonya and enjoy the next decade of Pendleton Pilates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8097851818385760588?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8097851818385760588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8097851818385760588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8097851818385760588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8097851818385760588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-news-new-owners-at-pendleton.html' title='BIG NEWS - NEW OWNERS AT PENDLETON!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-2260126146009751250</id><published>2010-07-20T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:03:43.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think someone has planted an idea in my head!!</title><content type='html'>I just saw the movie INCEPTION and totally dig the idea of how powerful an idea can be, once planted. I know these ideas. Sometimes they say, "Make me a story." Sometimes they say, "Make me a play. No, wait, a MUSICAL! I want to be a musical!" And sometimes, like today, they are saying "Change your life. Do it. You are turning 50 next year. What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that right now, the cosmos is in a turmoil and is making most everyone on the planet feel this way. In layman's terms, I understand this summer is one giant astrological cluster f*&amp;^k. Most everyone I meet is feeling a bit, or a lot, like just ditching their lives for something more ... um ... well ... different. That's the crazy thing about this idea. It is insisting on change and it doesn't even know what sort it is looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, since I am feeling completely crazy and unsure about what voice to listen to, I am instead returning to the things I know that will help me sort it all out, the things that will help me ease into a knowing. That means I need to eat, sleep, breathe, read, move, dance, pray, love. I need to take baby steps. I need to examine my feelings of fear and frustration. And I need to ease up on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about you? How are you holding up this crazy summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-2260126146009751250?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/2260126146009751250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=2260126146009751250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2260126146009751250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2260126146009751250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-someone-has-planted-idea-in-my.html' title='I think someone has planted an idea in my head!!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-576606486644325512</id><published>2010-07-06T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:23:27.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees.</title><content type='html'>This is not my line. I wish it was. It is from a song by The National. And I am obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gearing up for entire week of workshopping a musical I am working on called THE VIVIAN GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn more about it here .... &lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1044012638/the-vivian-girls-a-musical"&gt;http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1044012638/the-vivian-girls-a-musical.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is based on the mythology created by outsider artist Henry Darger. I am writing the book and lyrics and the magical Peter Adams is the composer. Heather Britt is the choreographer. And now, for the next week, 12 actors, a director, music director, etc. will be working with us to see what this piece really wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying today to get prepared. I am done writing so I am trying to clean out the cobwebs in my brain, anything that is pretentious or fearful, and calling in everything that speaks to beauty and truth and the deep knowing available to us. If we listen carefully. And good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting there by reading beautiful words and listening to beautiful music and staring at beautiful pictures. I am asking The National and Rilke and James Salter and Henry Darger and Amy Cutler to let me in the club, if only for a week, so I can stay true. So I can listen. So I can get out of the way of the story that already exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-576606486644325512?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/576606486644325512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=576606486644325512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/576606486644325512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/576606486644325512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-carried-to-ohio-in-swarm-of-bees.html' title='I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8335645701727796560</id><published>2010-03-26T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:55:06.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Taylor Swift Pilates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S6y8gOsvNgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d0aI6cRrC0g/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S6y8gOsvNgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d0aI6cRrC0g/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452940510726403586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. I get to teach Taylor Swift and her dancers Pilates on Sunday. Good thing I had some practice with Cincinnati's finest - Exhale Dance Co. dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to mention, Cincinnati's finest Pilates students ... all of you wonderful Pendleton clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8335645701727796560?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8335645701727796560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8335645701727796560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8335645701727796560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8335645701727796560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaching-taylor-swift-pilates.html' title='Teaching Taylor Swift Pilates!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S6y8gOsvNgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d0aI6cRrC0g/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-355536059711210168</id><published>2010-03-02T16:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:37:27.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The quiet of winter, the silence of loss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S42ECz7BMoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3QzhM-rwDKo/s1600-h/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S42ECz7BMoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3QzhM-rwDKo/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444152708393153154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, Nick and I put our cat, Molly, to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rescued her from a shelter in Tremont, Ohio, when we were living in Cleveland Heights. This was 16 years ago. Nick picked her out. She was a polydactyl, so with an extra toe on each paw, she looked like a tiny boxer. Nick was 8 years old at the time. On the way home, he tried to hold her as best he could. Her tiny claws poked at him. He shook. He was nervous and excited. He named her Molly. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is often the way with family pets, she ended up in my care. I have moved seven times since then. I have had nine lives since then. But Molly was constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drove me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About once a week, I truly paid attention to her. The rest of the time, I tolerated her quirks. I stirred her food for her since she liked me to pay attention to her Friskies even when I had just opened the can. She woke me up every morning, meowing in my face. I would push her off the bed and we would repeat the drill until I woke up to feed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the winter, she started eating less. I watched her napping one day and noticed her breath moved through her body like a wave, getting stuck somewhere mid-ribcage. We took her to the vet and they took 9 ounces of fluid from her lungs. She had heart disease, one of four diseases that an old cat gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the last day, she purred every time I got close to her and rubbed her head. When she stopped drinking, she stopped purring. Nick was the one who called it: "It's time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the vet in an hour, holding her, petting her. They asked if we were ready. We said we were. They inserted a shot into her catheter and by the time the nurse's thumb had moved a quarter of an inch, Molly was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never before watched an animate being become inanimate. I have never before seen a living creature die. It is humbling. It is mind-boggling. I am happy to have been given the chance to practice this experience on a pet before a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to feel so deeply saddened by this loss. I do not know how my friends who have weathered far worse have done it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home is so quiet. Who knew souls have such a big sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for the birds to fill the void. I am eager for the sounds of spring to tell me that I can survive another loss. A bigger one. Because I will have to. We all have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am humbled by the quiet of winter and the silence of loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-355536059711210168?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/355536059711210168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=355536059711210168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/355536059711210168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/355536059711210168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2010/03/quiet-of-winter-silence-of-loss.html' title='The quiet of winter, the silence of loss.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/S42ECz7BMoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3QzhM-rwDKo/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-1411560730402711834</id><published>2009-12-25T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:56:42.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be ignited, or be gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SzTgqSgdBsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEtCWZbGMsQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SzTgqSgdBsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEtCWZbGMsQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203268760635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I HAVE LEARNED SO FAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I&lt;br /&gt;not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,&lt;br /&gt;looking into the shining world? Because, proper-&lt;br /&gt;ly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is sug-&lt;br /&gt;gestion. Can one be passionate about the just, the&lt;br /&gt;ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit&lt;br /&gt;to no labor in its cause? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summations have a beginning, all effect has a &lt;br /&gt;story, all kindness begins with the sown seed. &lt;br /&gt;Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of&lt;br /&gt;light is the crossroads of--indolence, or action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ignited, or be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-1411560730402711834?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/1411560730402711834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=1411560730402711834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1411560730402711834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1411560730402711834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-ignited-or-be-gone.html' title='Be ignited, or be gone.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SzTgqSgdBsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEtCWZbGMsQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-6969629587025942679</id><published>2009-12-01T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:50:51.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PILATES ON SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SxU7SqzPJOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4uLOYR6Luw/s1600/GettyImages_200339429-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SxU7SqzPJOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4uLOYR6Luw/s320/GettyImages_200339429-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410295719268394210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already a Pilates fan or have been thinking about it, now is the time to get busy at Pendleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL PACKAGES ARE 10% OFF DURING DECEMBER. And you can split package payments into two payments, one month apart, if that helps. Contact us at info@pendletonpilates.com or at 513-478-3232 for more info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've been overindulging of late and are ready to find your best body and your best self again, we hope to see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-6969629587025942679?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/6969629587025942679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=6969629587025942679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6969629587025942679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6969629587025942679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/12/pilates-on-sale.html' title='PILATES ON SALE!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SxU7SqzPJOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4uLOYR6Luw/s72-c/GettyImages_200339429-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-299006975287106740</id><published>2009-08-11T07:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:59:39.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every step you take.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SoFqI43S0LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XNZsex081xg/s1600-h/FootReflex.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SoFqI43S0LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XNZsex081xg/s320/FootReflex.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368688931738144946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know me at all, you know I am a fan of step work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only recently, thanks to my enlightening injury to the hip, have I really started to take stock of my feet and how I literally take steps in my day-to-day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do Pilates, especially if you have studied with any of the elders of the method like Lolita San Miguel or Ron Fletcher, you understand that footwork is critical to alignment. Lolita, in fact, takes 15 minutes or more of her Mat class to work on the feet. Anyone who has had a Reflexology session understands how the world of the body lives in the feet. And when foot flexibility and strength are lost, generally so is balance, which throws the whole frame of the body out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood this and practiced it well in my Pilates. I can maintain pretty darn good foot posture in all of the positions demanded of me, so long as I am in a controlled environment and concentrating really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went and messed up my hip. So I was thinking a lot about alignment and taking more Pilates classes. In class, I asked the instructors to keep an eye on my alignment pitfalls. After one class, John Goettle mentioned my feet - how I seemed to be gripping in the front and not moving through the whole foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, of course, I thought he was crazy. Because I thought "I am GREAT at footwork." But then I started examining my walking gait, off the Reformer. And by God, John was dead-on right. I wasn't rolling through the entire foot at all. And when I did it correctly, concentrating on connecting the heel first and then moving to the ball of the foot and articulating through the toes, voila, it was magic. My nagging heel pain on the right foot went away and any lingering tightness in the left hip was also gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, one step at a time, I am going to bring Pilates off the Reformer and into my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all the Pendleton staff for keeping an eye on me and helping get back on the right foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-299006975287106740?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/299006975287106740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=299006975287106740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/299006975287106740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/299006975287106740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-step-you-take.html' title='Every step you take.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SoFqI43S0LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XNZsex081xg/s72-c/FootReflex.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-4944809452241912292</id><published>2009-07-28T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:30:08.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight minutes of your life to save someone else's.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has leukemia and she needs a bone marrow transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, she does not have a donor match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE consider registering to become a bone marrow donor at www.BeTheMatch.Org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it could not be easier. You go to their website and sign up. This will take about 5 minutes. Then a few days later, you get a kit in the mail and you swab the inside of your cheeks a few times, stick some labels on things and put the envelope back in the mail. You don't even pay postage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have been on the registry for years and have never been called. If you are lucky enough to be a match for someone, you will either have a non-surgical procedure or an outpatient surgical procedure to extract marrow. The latter, the outpatient surgical procedure, will leave the donor with a sore back for a few days. But while you are recovering, someone else is getting the marrow they need to save their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Check it out. If you are 18 to 60 and in reasonable health, you should be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethematch.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-4944809452241912292?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/4944809452241912292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=4944809452241912292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4944809452241912292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4944809452241912292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eight-minutes-of-your-life-to-save.html' title='Eight minutes of your life to save someone else&apos;s.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-695263612870952776</id><published>2009-07-22T15:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:08:04.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, my body is trying to tell me something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Smd-xhrywpI/AAAAAAAAADo/WVIUaG_S0-A/s1600-h/2143987499_f305e20ae9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Smd-xhrywpI/AAAAAAAAADo/WVIUaG_S0-A/s320/2143987499_f305e20ae9_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361393270728606354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, two days after my hip went I GIVE UP GOD DAMN IT YOU AREN'T LISTENING TO ME, I am truly listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance. A lot. Which I love in the same way I love George Clooney. Which is a lot. And while it is not a professional situation, my dance class, I take it very seriously and act as though I may be called to dance, say, in New York at any minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, this is not the problem. My problem is not my love or my dedication to my avocation. The problem is that I knew my body was getting more and more out of alignment and that would ultimately lead to injury if I didn't re-educate my neuro-muscular system. I need not remind you that I OWN Pilates studios, right? And that I can do Pilates at any second and/or every second, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last month, my body was telling me during every step I took what was wrong with my alignment. My foot told me and my hips told me and my back told me. The fact that I kept "falling" off my lowest sandals told me. But I kept on jumping and wiggling and twisting and kicking. And Monday night, my hip said "that's it, knuckle head, I'm out." Literally. My left hip slipped around in the socket, stretching and pinching and messing with all the tissue in that joint area. It did so because I was over working my "turn out" muscles, plus working with my pelvis out of line so that a good old hip jut to the left created an unstable sheer and voila - I was on the floor and unable to weight bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the EXCELLENT news about all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am listening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I learned even more about alignment pitfalls and can now share an even keener eye with clients and students at Pendleton Pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I learned some awesome things about what to do if you are injured. First of all, I had the lucky fortune to have someone who knew a bit about pressure point releases relative to my hip area. So she (aka Julie Sunderland) did some poking at my ribs and my knee and my foot and that kept the rest of the muscles from freaking out more than was needed post-injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that Jodie Linver and her team at the Alliance Institute for Integrative Medicine are even more brilliant than I thought! I went out on Tuesday, still having a hard time bearing weight on the hip. Jodie and another doc, a chiropractor, checked me out and figured out that I had stressed out the tissues, tendons, ligaments that stabilize the joint. So they got Cindy to come and hook me up to this device that sends electromagnetic current directly to the tissue that needs healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a half hour of this, I rested, put ice on it, drank about 6 gallons of water, and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up (less that 36 hours after injury), I could walk on it without a limp. MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I need to move slow then rehab a couple weeks at Pilates and keep it up as I move back into dance and other more rigorous activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly,  I need to listen carefully to my smart and talkative body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-695263612870952776?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/695263612870952776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=695263612870952776&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/695263612870952776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/695263612870952776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-my-body-is-trying-to-tell-me.html' title='Wait, my body is trying to tell me something.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Smd-xhrywpI/AAAAAAAAADo/WVIUaG_S0-A/s72-c/2143987499_f305e20ae9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-5577262367551539469</id><published>2009-06-17T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:31:10.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divide and Conquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sjluf9NSq5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2ggOwtz6QWA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sjluf9NSq5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2ggOwtz6QWA/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348427527764487058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking.  Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk.  ~Raymond Inmon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 22 year-old son is leaving this week for a grand adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month, he and a friend will begin to hike the Continental Divide, a United States National Scenic Trail running 3,100 miles (5,000 km) between Mexico and Canada. It follows the Continental Divide along the Rocky Mountains and traverses five U.S. states - Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Colorado, and New Mexico. In Montana it crosses Triple Divide Peak which separates the Hudson Bay, Atlantic Ocean and Pacific Ocean drainages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the facts. There are other facts. Like they will carry 40+ pounds on their back, including 3-5 days of food and water plus all their camping gear, each day for the roughly six month journey. Other things to note: camping gear is made by NASA-like people these days - super light and ergonomically designed for warmth or comfort or both. Only a few dozen people a year do the trail. There are bears in the north and dehydration can be a problem in the south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a practiced nature person. I trust in its power because I believe the poets, not because I have had the epiphanies myself. In fact, I can't really comprehend what Nick and Alex are about to do. I know it will be hard. I know it will be long. I know it will be life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it is a trip to remind me that I can never walk in another's shoes, only cheer them along on the path they have taken - offering up food and/or shelter and/or light when they need it, even if that means sending freeze dried beef stroganoff to a P.O. Box in Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage, Nick and Alex!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide and conquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-5577262367551539469?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/5577262367551539469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=5577262367551539469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5577262367551539469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5577262367551539469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/06/divide-and-conquer.html' title='Divide and Conquer'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sjluf9NSq5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2ggOwtz6QWA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-1590663961780041607</id><published>2009-06-02T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:51:58.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BODY LANGUAGE II: PHYS ED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SiWQ3MzO3KI/AAAAAAAAADY/brkn7l3_50o/s1600-h/Fringe+photo+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SiWQ3MzO3KI/AAAAAAAAADY/brkn7l3_50o/s320/Fringe+photo+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342835810948275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out and see us for our last performance! We've gotten great reviews from critics and audiences - and Friday is our last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit www.cincyfringe.com and purchase tix in advance. We are SRO for our shows so make sure you get a ticket in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-1590663961780041607?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/1590663961780041607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=1590663961780041607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1590663961780041607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1590663961780041607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/06/body-language-ii-phys-ed.html' title='BODY LANGUAGE II: PHYS ED.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SiWQ3MzO3KI/AAAAAAAAADY/brkn7l3_50o/s72-c/Fringe+photo+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7656976558157603100</id><published>2009-03-31T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:54:11.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SdKC5kcR9kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PSrUYs57r_A/s1600-h/daVinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SdKC5kcR9kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PSrUYs57r_A/s320/daVinci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319458035424425538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin would have turned 200 this year. And in many of the articles that have been written about this Darwinian event, there has been focus on the phrase “survival of the fittest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Darwin, this did not mean brute strength. Nor did it really have anything to do with competition in the dog-eat-dog sense. What Darwin meant by “fittest” is those who are best able to adapt to their current, local environment.  That means that in order to survive, we need to be flexible, agile, strong and intuitive. It means that we need to be able to assess where we are in space and time and make the smartest moves from that current position. And that means that those of us who do Pilates have a distinct advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s why. Pilates helps to balance out our musculature. That doesn’t just mean that our biceps and our triceps are equally strong. It means that our superficial muscles are in balance with our deepest “core” muscles. And when our deep musculature is activated, we have an increased capacity for proprioception. Proprioception is our bodies’ own sense of where it is in space and time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started taking Pilates, I was nearly incapable of staying in the moment. My brain was engaged in an exercise of pitting my regrets (past action) against my fears (future concerns). This was a problem exacerbated by my addiction and anxiety issues. My thoughts in the “now” were limited to my cravings.  “Can I smoke? Can I drink? Can I take an anxiety pill?” When these things were unavailable to me, the emotion I responded with was anger. I created numerous justifications for this anger. None of them were ever productive. Not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I began to live one day at a time in sobriety, I was also using Pilates to retrain my body to understand “now” on a visceral level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this economy, in these changing times, I am so grateful to have my balanced and hopeful body. Pilates reminds me that if I honor my breath and am particular about my movements, if I focus on being my best self every single day, only good can come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with a Pilates-fed mind, body and spirit, these are truly tough times. Kate, Sonya, all of your wonderful Pendleton teachers, and I are deeply appreciative of all of you who continue to help our Pilates community thrive. If we can be of help to you to keep you active in Pilates with us, please let us know. &lt;a href="http://www.pendletonpilates.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7656976558157603100?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7656976558157603100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7656976558157603100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7656976558157603100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7656976558157603100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/03/balancing-act.html' title='Balancing Act'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SdKC5kcR9kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PSrUYs57r_A/s72-c/daVinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-6070762600813913939</id><published>2009-03-23T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:24:19.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does 50 Years of Pilates Look Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/ScfTr6mWnwI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho4oLYN0ySg/s1600-h/sheila+cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/ScfTr6mWnwI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho4oLYN0ySg/s320/sheila+cohen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316450636552118018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like our teacher and friend, Sheila Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila was one of the Pilates method’s earliest students when she worked with Pilates protégé Carola Trier in New York starting in the 1950s. She has been a dancer with the Lucas Hoving Dance Co., Princeton Ballet Co., and the Meredith Monk Dance Co. Sheila was also a student of Martha Graham, Alexandra Danilova (of the Ballet Russes), Henry Danton (of the Royal Ballet), the Joffrey Ballet School and more. She is currently on the faculty of the Princeton Ballet School, guest teacher for the school of the Cincinnati Ballet, and former head of dance department at SCPA for 22 years. She is also master teacher for national ballet conventions and choreographer for the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky to have her as our “Master Teacher” in residence! And this Sunday, March 29th, from 3-6 pm, Sheila will teach a special workshop for Pendleton teachers, clients and friends. From 3-6 at the Downtown Studio. Visit www.pendletonpilates.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-6070762600813913939?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/6070762600813913939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=6070762600813913939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6070762600813913939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6070762600813913939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-50-years-of-pilates-look-like.html' title='What Does 50 Years of Pilates Look Like?'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/ScfTr6mWnwI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho4oLYN0ySg/s72-c/sheila+cohen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-6737343675927729315</id><published>2009-03-23T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:17:23.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where In The Heck Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>You know, it is hard in life (and in blog) to know if your voice is missed when you fall silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have missed me, here is my excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been over-expressing myself in long form (novel, play, True Body productions) and short form (Facebook Status Updates, ad nauseum). So when it came time to write something captivating for this blog, I felt like "what more can anyone possibly want to hear from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered that there are countless important things to communicate about our movement community. Things like awesome dance workshops and upcoming Pilates workshops and True Body and Teacher Training at Pendleton and so much more. So I'm back. I promise to at least update this blog weekly with e-MOTIONal tidbits and ideas and the occassional rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Now get moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-6737343675927729315?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/6737343675927729315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=6737343675927729315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6737343675927729315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6737343675927729315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-in-heck-have-i-been.html' title='Where In The Heck Have I Been?'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8139426622043066007</id><published>2009-01-04T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:45:54.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!! 2009!!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine pointed out last week that 2008 must have been particularly unkind to many because never had they heard so many comments regarding excessive thankfulness that the calendar was turning to a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am curious if Facebook, Twitter and other social media (I include "real" media in this category now) haven't made us all privy to collective consciousness in ways we weren't before, I do suspect 2008 kicked a few butts more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, 2008 was a training year for my 2009 Olympian effort to MAKE IT ALL PAY OFF. What that meant was I needed to trim the fat and go on a diet. My diet wasn't food related. I am luckily okay in that camp. But I had to learn to cut way back and work harder financially unless I was prepared to sink like the Titanic in 2009. Which would have made it hard to make 2009 the year I MAKE IT ALL PAY OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to get my head and my energy re-organized. I worked with fantastic Jeanne Kabenji and my other wonderful energy healers in massage, dance and all good things. I was blessed to re-acquaint myself with the fundamentals of 12-Step work thanks to Kristine and Kay and all the brave ladies at the Brighton Center. I went on the best sanity diet ever and have nearly completely cut out all the extraneous and unhelpful chatter in my busy-body brain. One of my Brighton Center friends said it best: "I know I shouldn't spend so much time in my head but I am so popular there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand ready to bring my whole energy and hopefulness to each and every experience this year. I stand ready to see how my voice floats in the bigger world. And I stand ready to see what the universe has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready too? Let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8139426622043066007?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8139426622043066007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8139426622043066007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8139426622043066007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8139426622043066007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-2009.html' title='Yes!! 2009!!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7908901212736591817</id><published>2008-12-10T16:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:26:26.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House and Home</title><content type='html'>So I was watching HOUSE last night. And while we were waiting to solve the case of the sick teen girl (eclampsia! didn't see that coming!) said teen girl had a seizure and they ordered up 4 milligrams of Lorazepam for her. Stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that got me thinking about the state of my own wellness 11 years ago, before I finally had the balls to walk into a 12-Step meeting and start my life over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why. I had so confused and betrayed my body's natural ability to heal itself that it was on crazy-girl overload and succumbed to panic attacks on a regular basis. Like when I had to drive or go to the store or do anything out of the house. At night I was cool because I was all liquored up. But by day, since it seemed so, well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alcoholic&lt;/span&gt; to drink during the day, I would smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, not eat and obsess about mistakes past or drinks future. And I would panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to avoid and/or or override the panic attacks, I took Lorazepam. Sometimes up to 3 milligrams of it. Not like it was prescribed this way for me. But because I "needed" that many. I needed one less milligram than it takes, apparently, to stop a girl from seizing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I remember from that time: misery. Misty water color misery. I don't have much detail but the despair is something I hope never to return to. I would spend days on end diagnosing my hypochondriacal self on the internet. If I ever got vanity tags on my car they would read "Web MD" for sure. But instead of leaning into the truth, I diagnosed myself with a million fatal and/or painful diseases. Because that is how I felt on the inside. Because that is how it feels to be addicted and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you want to do it different and every day you repeat the same stupid cycle of behavior. Madness. In a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am grateful to report, I feel healthier than I have ever felt in my entire life. Stronger. More hopeful. Serene. These were things I used to pray for every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you find yourself being your own Web MD, searching for impressive illnesses to help explain your maladies, just consider leaving a few things out of your diet for awhile. And if you can't, if you need help, call me. There is a place we can go hang out that is all about wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy -&lt;br /&gt;513-470-5548&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7908901212736591817?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7908901212736591817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7908901212736591817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7908901212736591817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7908901212736591817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/12/house-and-home.html' title='House and Home'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7076281307563019158</id><published>2008-11-26T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:38:37.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>I am particularly aware of gratitude at this time of the year. Eleven years ago on Thanksgiving Day I said the words that would change my life. "I need to stop drinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since then, I am aware every single day that I do not do any of this alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am asked to be helpful to someone new in my 12-Step Program, I always recommend that they start a gratitude list and add to it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom.&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad and stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;4. My son Nick Sharp (who I pray is staying safe in Bangkok).&lt;br /&gt;5. All the teachers and clients at Pendleton.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kristine and Rachel. And Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kristine and Kay and my all the other cool girls who spend time with me in all the right places.&lt;br /&gt;8. The True Body Project girls, women and now men - we are going to have a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;9. Heather and Susan and Alena and Julie and everyone at Rhythm and Motion.&lt;br /&gt;10. My friends - the ones here.&lt;br /&gt;11. My friends - the ones afar.&lt;br /&gt;12. My friends - the ones who are not in my life but still in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;13. Lessons. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sam and the Road Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;15. Brooklyn Museum and the TBP women in NY.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fringe Team 2009!&lt;br /&gt;17. Lolita San Miguel - for the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;18. Barack Obama - for the hope.&lt;br /&gt;19. Brenda and Jeanne and everyone else who helped me heal this year.&lt;br /&gt;20. My faith. Whew. Never more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;21. The health of my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;22. Especially Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;23. My health.&lt;br /&gt;24. My bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;25. My books.&lt;br /&gt;26. The novel in my head and the musical in my head.&lt;br /&gt;27. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;28. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!! May your own gratitude list grow and grow this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7076281307563019158?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7076281307563019158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7076281307563019158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7076281307563019158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7076281307563019158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-3561242855399808310</id><published>2008-11-21T09:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:19:20.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth of Me . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SSbQRKfVaVI/AAAAAAAAACw/bnah38Xecwo/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SSbQRKfVaVI/AAAAAAAAACw/bnah38Xecwo/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129407175878994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the writing prompts we work with in the True Body Project. You write down "The truth of me ...." and then let the pen fly across the page, trying to keep the editor in your brain from stopping the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always interesting to see what happens when you let your body try to tell the truth faster than your brain can stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the truth a lot lately. Particularly, as they say in astrology, in my "financial house." I have shared with a few people the fact that my financial house needs some work around the foundation.  And you know what I've been told? "Don't tell anyone!" and "That's the kiss of death for a business owner!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But telling the truth is an important part of my wellness. So I wanted to share a few facts to put this sticky moment in time in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the facts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a single woman supporting a son in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I run a small and wonderful wellness business. We do amazing work and honestly can say we change lives. But it is a wellness business with tight margins even in the best economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I founded a non-profit. And we create and run programs for teen girls via the True Body Project despite the fact that we don't have enough money to do what we do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- I have an entrepreneur's spirit. I work to build and fund things that take time to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things add up to a remarkably full and spiritually enriching life. Not to mention creatively rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this second in time I am not financially enriched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Pendleton Pilates okay? Absolutely! But it is in the exact same situation as every small business (and now larger business) in this country. We cannot borrow any money for the short or long term so we must meet our expenses out of cash flow.  So we just have to work smarter and harder to make ends meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be okay? Absolutely! I think it is an awesome time to get financially fit. I am making adjustments that should have been made a long time ago. I am making sure that I live within my means and plan for my future. I am working to have good financial health every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same thing I learned through Pilates and through the 12-Step program. If you keep yourself honest and hard-working and truthful one day at a time, spectacular strength can come from it. And we can't even imagine the blessings that will come as the result of the diligent truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I share mine with you in case you are struggling yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This is a hard moment in time but if we are truthful and real and we work to shine light on the issues rather than hide in the dark in our fear, we will move into a stronger place for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the truth of me. Conserving and working for a better future. Optimistic beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-3561242855399808310?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/3561242855399808310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=3561242855399808310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/3561242855399808310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/3561242855399808310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth-of-me.html' title='The Truth of Me . . .'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SSbQRKfVaVI/AAAAAAAAACw/bnah38Xecwo/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7667148653035013919</id><published>2008-11-14T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:32:12.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or there is Pilates ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SR2LciWQCPI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGLAqUDQM5E/s1600-h/art.walker.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SR2LciWQCPI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGLAqUDQM5E/s320/art.walker.ap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520461466077426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda has spent a fortune (I'm assuming) to innovate and develop a device to assist with walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the press release says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "The cooperative control technology utilized for this device is a unique Honda innovation achieved through the cumulative study of human walking just as the research and development of technologies was conducted for Honda's advanced humanoid robot, ASIMO. Applying cooperative control based on the information obtained from hip angle sensors, the motors provide optimal assistance based on a command from the control CPU. With this assist, the user's stride will be lengthened compared to the user's normal stride without the device and therefore the ease of walking is achieved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what - if you don't want to have to walk around in a contraption that looks like this, consider Pilates! Seriously, it will do all the same things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Let me give you a Pilates for Walking (or skiing or running or other "upright" activities) session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Pendleton Pilates at 513-478-3232 and let us help you feel like you've lost 5 pounds in 30 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7667148653035013919?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7667148653035013919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7667148653035013919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7667148653035013919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7667148653035013919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/11/or-there-is-pilates.html' title='Or there is Pilates ...'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SR2LciWQCPI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGLAqUDQM5E/s72-c/art.walker.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-6262306352404057021</id><published>2008-11-12T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:19:31.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy is Exhausting</title><content type='html'>The day after the election I felt convinced that the world had shifted significantly. I felt certain that it meant something good. Something new. Something truthful. Something without artifice. Something that feels like breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this thought: "I don't have to wear make-up anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept this bold thought of the authentic me prospering in these authentic times for all of about two minutes until I looked in my bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had this thought: "Well maybe just mascara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did to celebrate. Yes. You read it right. I went out of the house with ONLY mascara on. Radical. Brave. My civil rights and/or feminist and/or True Body sisters and brothers may want to throw me a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I was sitting in a coffee shop and met a handsome young guy who had spent weeks here working on the campaign. While we were talking the good talk of what an exciting moment it was for the entire country and the world, this is what I was thinking: "Damn it. I wish I had put on make-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the weekend, as I was making nachos in my kitchen after a hard week of trying to promote wellness and creativity while paying the bills and keeping the faith about my place in the world, I basically fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, falling apart means a splitting head ache and tears and a bath and bad TV and too much sleep for about a half a day. That is the good news. It doesn't take too long for hope to resurface as the only acceptable way to craft a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think what I experienced last week was the hope that hope had paid off - right that second - and that all the things that have been beyond my grasp, whether love or money, would be in my life by week's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with eye-liner in hand, I got back to the business of backing up hope with hard work. And breath. Oh yeah and exercise and gratitude and service work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a week later, I'm back. In the here and now. Still hopeful for the future but wed not to the fantasy of what is to come but the moment itself. When I romance the moment, I am both loved AND prosperous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-6262306352404057021?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/6262306352404057021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=6262306352404057021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6262306352404057021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6262306352404057021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/11/democracy-is-exhausting.html' title='Democracy is Exhausting'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-2628513145922566322</id><published>2008-10-17T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:43:54.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be Certain in Uncertain Times ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; .... AKA the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are uncertain times for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is more important than ever to stick to what you know works to keep you in a healthy frame of mind to make sound decisions for mind, body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the days get shorter and winter creeps closer, as fear and lethargy start teaming up to whisper (or shout) their bad advice, there is no better time than NOW to re-commit to your very best self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because here is the deal: we cannot know today what the world will look like tomorrow or next week or next year. But we can know with 100% certainty how we will feel about the world and our place in it today and next week and next year. That part is easy and it goes like this: whatever it is you do to be well, whether that is Pilates or walking or volunteering or going to church or staying true to your diet, then do more of it.  Then no matter what happens, you will feel that you've done your best and you can be assured that you will feel your best, in fantastically good times and the more challenging times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not have to read another  book or get advice on the exact formula. You do not need to think about it one more minute. You already know what you need to do.  If you need to quit, quit. If you need to move, move. If you need to eat differently, do so. If you need to ask for help, ask for it. Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it. And then do more of it. Take care of your body and your body will take care of you. Take care of your spirit and you will be reminded how little we need to be whole and happy humans. And if you tend to your body and your spirit, your mind will be clear to make all the right decisions in the right time, without struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need something from me to make it easier for you to be your best self? Let me know. If it is Pilates or movement you need, I'll get you set up. If you wish to get help with something else, I will do my very best to help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-2628513145922566322?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/2628513145922566322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=2628513145922566322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2628513145922566322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2628513145922566322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-be-certain-in-uncertain-times.html' title='How To Be Certain in Uncertain Times ...'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-2891008557942404813</id><published>2008-10-06T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:55:11.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I wanna dance with somebody ...</title><content type='html'>i wanna feel the heat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Sorry. You caught me. Singing cheesy songs that really and truly sum up my adolescent frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we are on a Whitney Houston kick, here is how my popular culture-influenced life played out in NY recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I went to see "The Seagull." The nice box office guy asked if I wanted a better seat. Uh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, in my very good seat, I am sitting next to a very nice British lady. And so we chat. I ask her what she has seen. She names some plays. But then she says, "I am actually here because of my son." And I say, "Oh." And she says, "Daniel Radcliffe." And I say (but not out loud) OH MY GOD IT'S HARRY POTTER'S MOM! This was all exciting enough. And then Marissa Tomei sat in front of us. And that was exciting enough (times two). And then Dustin Hoffman sat next to Harry Potter's mom. I could barely concentrate on Kristen Scott Thomas and friends in The Seagull! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next night, I figured I better go see Equus. Since I'm a friend of the family and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the box office guy tells me he has a great ticket for me. And I think "how much better can this get?" So minutes later, there I am, first row balcony, sitting next to a a cute guy. All alone. Single. So we start chatting. And guess what he does? SECRET SERVICE!!! Just like Kevin Costner in "The Bodyguard!"  And when he isn't protecting the UN or the president, he sees PLAYS!! I imagine this is the perfect "how we met" story. I imagine many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I start rambling on like a maniac. "So what plays do you like?  What have you seen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Spring Awakening." I say, "Me too!" I think, "Kismet! And he has good taste!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "what else?" And he says, "Jersey Boys." And I say, "Hmm." Mainly because I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, "what else?" And he says, "Xanadu." And I say, "Hmm." Mainly because I am now sure he is gay. Because we are in the front row balcony of Equus and Harry Potter is gonna get naked soon. And he isn't going to be my Secret Service ex-boyfriend and Whitney Houston's "iiiiii-eeee-iiiiiiii will always luv youuuuuu" will not be our song and I am, yet again, sitting in a theatre with a gay guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna dance with somebody ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-2891008557942404813?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/2891008557942404813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=2891008557942404813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2891008557942404813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2891008557942404813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-i-wanna-dance-with-somebody.html' title='Oh I wanna dance with somebody ...'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-2563822358441890136</id><published>2008-09-25T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:48:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is a place especially designed to raise your voice. And people can choose to read it or not. Right? That means you. Because this is my contribution to the dialogue about Sarah Palin.  Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled for a year to decide whether or not to blog.  I was nervous about the blah-blah-blah factor. And narcissism. I worry that we have an inaccurate sense of our own importance and relevance and competence. Don’t get me wrong. I believe that we are all incredibly worthy and inherently good and our voices have a place. I just don’t believe that we are all meant to have leadership roles on the world stage – not without hard work, anyway. Not without study and discipline. Not without experience. And context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I created a tight frame for this blog – eMotion – a place to comment on the emotion of motion. Or the opposite, the challenge of inertia in the human spirit. Or worse, entropy. Because these are things I know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these things are scientific terms, mind you. Inertia is a concept of classical physics. It is the resistance of an object to a change in its state of motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entropy is a quantum term, worthy of a more thorough explanation of what it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entropy&lt;br /&gt;1. Symbol S For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work.&lt;br /&gt;2. A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system.&lt;br /&gt;3. A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message.&lt;br /&gt;4. The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that THOSE OF US WHO BELIEVE IN SCIENCE, have a distinct advantage in this upcoming election. Because we can count on the fact that as we work diligently toward a higher consciousness, there will be a distinct and scientific tendency for opposition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that the higher the consciousness, the more quantum the desire for true change on a global scale, the more aggressive and backward will be the opposition. Need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I kept thinking that it was unfathomable that creationism and reproductive choice are actually things we must struggle against and/or for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I recalled that the science of progress means that as hard as we work, there will be a pull in the opposite direction. Disorder. Randomness. Chaos. That these things are SCIENTIFICALLY inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how I put my mind at ease. I believe that Sarah Palin is scientific evidence that we are onto something. The universe loves balance. So the science of Sarah Palin, the absurdity of it all, simply means that the quantum force for positive, conscious change must be incredibly strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to harness our energy to move conscious voters to the polls. We need only to tip the scales in our energetic favor for one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the whole science thing (not to mention the whole Constitution thing) our work will never be done. There will always be opposition and there must always be freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least we will know that our children will be taught that there is a science to how the world works. And if you care to explore quantum physics (THE DANCING WU LI MASTERS, Gary Zukav is a good one to start with) you will see that science is big enough and generous enough to hold all the best parts of spiritual devotion in its hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t panic. Trust science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-2563822358441890136?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/2563822358441890136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=2563822358441890136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2563822358441890136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2563822358441890136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/science-of-sarah-palin.html' title='The Science of Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-2442691463093079485</id><published>2008-09-24T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:51:45.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance and be well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SNpFin14-MI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cwgEgllwBU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SNpFin14-MI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cwgEgllwBU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584776766617794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "Dancing with the Stars" last night (crying like the dork that I am when they do well) and loved it when one of the celeb dancers said that dance should become our National Health Care Plan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent the last year and a half falling madly in love with dance at Rhythm and Motion (visit &lt;a href="http://www.cincinnatiballet.com/"&gt;www.cincinnatiballet.com&lt;/a&gt;). Heather Britt (and Susan and Alena and Rachel) have provided me a home for movement and wellness that has allowed me to take my Pilates-strong body and move it joyously, each week learning a new song and practicing 9 others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, when I had the bad luck to get fast-onset double vision last year, the doctor was a little under-concerned about how much this might effect my day-to-day life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I grabbed his arm dramatically and said, "But Doctor, I'm a dancer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am. When I move on the Reformer or in a yoga class or in a dance studio, I am a dancer. And when I put a few words together on a page, I am a writer. And when I reach out to someone in need, I am a friend. And when I vote, I am a citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are what we do. And if you just do it - you are it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be a dancer today. Or a friend. Or a writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or register to vote and be a citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever you do - do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-2442691463093079485?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/2442691463093079485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=2442691463093079485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2442691463093079485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/2442691463093079485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-and-be-well.html' title='Dance and be well.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SNpFin14-MI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cwgEgllwBU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-6583430381141901560</id><published>2008-09-22T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:43:20.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I am overloaded with inspiration and just in the nick of time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rough out there, you know? No matter what are your politics, I think we can all agree that these are some strange days with much uncertainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was blown away in NY by the timelessness of Chekhov. Yesterday I went to hear the remarkable Wendell Berry read from his work at NKU. In addition to the fact that he is a gentle genius in the vein of Thoreau (just replace Walden Pond with Kentucky), he is not a youngster anymore. Mr. Berry has been around the block and he has been keeping notes and taking names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was reminded that while this feels like a very scary time, it is not much different than it was 30 and 40 years ago.  The things Wendell Berry read that he had written so long ago seem as relevant as if he had written them yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should that be scarier? Perhaps. Are we taking too long to figure it out? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think what it speaks to is our refusal to give up hope and to find ways to connect to ourselves and each other, either through simple labor or art or laughter. Take time to read the entire Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://journeysomething.wordpress.com/category/wendell-berry/"&gt;http://journeysomething.wordpress.com/category/wendell-berry/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or read this lovely excerpt. And then go do something that won't compute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, friends, every day do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that won't compute. Love the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love the world. Work for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Take all that you have and be poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love someone who does not deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Denounce the government and embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the flag. Hope to live in that free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;republic for which it stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Give your approval to all you cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;understand. Praise ignorance, for what man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;has not yet encountered he has not destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-6583430381141901560?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/6583430381141901560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=6583430381141901560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6583430381141901560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/6583430381141901560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-9104507568216364710</id><published>2008-09-12T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:36:37.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the rereading counts ...</title><content type='html'>Here is a passage from the beautiful novel "Divisadero" by Michael Ondaatje. Thanks Carolyn Krause for the recommendation.  This rocked my world this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Only the rereading counts, Nabokov said .... For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you reread a book lately? Or your own life? Take time where there doesn't appear to be any. You will be rewarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-9104507568216364710?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/9104507568216364710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=9104507568216364710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/9104507568216364710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/9104507568216364710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-rereading-counts.html' title='Only the rereading counts ...'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8793099281332196123</id><published>2008-09-11T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:04:41.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say YES.</title><content type='html'>Oh come on. Just do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is easy. You go to www.pendletonpilates.com and you go to Schedule Online part and go to workshops and click on the Mat Class with Lolita San Miguel and you say yes. You give us $30 and then you come on this Saturday, Sept. 13th, from 9-10 am for a mat class with a 72 year old powerhouse of a woman who is one of two people in the entire world to be CERTIFIED BY JOSEPH PILATES PERSONALLY to teach Pilates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is why you need to just say YES. Because you will be so happy you did it. Because what else you gonna do on Saturday morning? Because if you think you know Pilates, why not find out if you are close to the source of it? Because if you don't know Pilates, why not find out from as close as you can get to the source of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you will look taller and younger and more vibrant and sexier and smarter and all around nicer if you do. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pendletonpilates.com"&gt;www.pendletonpilates.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. YES. YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. You look younger already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8793099281332196123?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8793099281332196123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8793099281332196123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8793099281332196123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8793099281332196123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-say-yes.html' title='Just say YES.'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-1718590805859524478</id><published>2008-09-07T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:51:12.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINING CITY and AMADEUS</title><content type='html'>I had a lovely weekend and saw TWO fantastic productions here in Cincinnati. I encourage you to get tix now to see each of these plays.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHINING CITY is at the New Stage Collective in OTR where a tiny staff and artistic director Alan Patrick Kenny have been knocking them out of the ball park for two incredible, award-winning seasons.  This beautiful play about two men, each haunted by different things, is surprisingly moving; which should be no surprise I suppose as it is written by Conor McPherson, the fantastic Irish playwright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMADEUS opened at the Cincinnati Shakespeare Company to sell-out crowds on Friday and Saturday night and for good reason. Chris Guthrie (Mozart) and Bruce Cromer (Salieri) tear it up in this intense story about obsession, madness and genius - all my favorite subjects right there. I assure you that this production will only get better and harder to get tickets for so hurry it up and buy your tickets now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newstagecollective.com"&gt;www.newstagecollective.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cincyshakes.com"&gt;www.cincyshakes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to express my sincere gratitude to the theatre community here in Greater Cincinnati for doing such extraordinary work, year after year and show after show. I have spent the last two years doing much of my homework about how to make a play right here in Cincinnati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-1718590805859524478?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/1718590805859524478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=1718590805859524478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1718590805859524478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/1718590805859524478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/shining-city-and-amadeus.html' title='SHINING CITY and AMADEUS'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7096857091842765641</id><published>2008-09-05T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:28:50.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand or Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SMFP12_mRRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0D_YLXxAdl0/s1600-h/DSCN2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SMFP12_mRRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0D_YLXxAdl0/s320/DSCN2486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559227949892882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Nick Sharp, is on his way to Thailand right this very second. He is spending three months at a university in Bangkok studying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagine that about now, with his long legs crammed into a seat on the very long journey from LA to Taipei, he might be thinking, "This is a terrible idea." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the same way on my way to Bali. I felt the same way on my way to spend a month in Paris. I most often feel the same way on my way to any new thing, no matter how near it is. New can be terrifying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But isn't it the best??? When you get out of our comfort zone to learn and experience and connect? I can assure you that Bali and Paris were not bad ideas. Nope. Not one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that Thailand will be the same for my son, Nick. Before he knows it, whether he is sitting in a classroom or riding on an elephant or standing on a beach or trying to navigate the crazy city of Bangkok, he will know he has arrived into the best part of life: making the unknown known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7096857091842765641?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7096857091842765641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7096857091842765641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7096857091842765641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7096857091842765641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/thailand-or-bust.html' title='Thailand or Bust'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SMFP12_mRRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0D_YLXxAdl0/s72-c/DSCN2486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-5114245420170870287</id><published>2008-09-03T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:17:57.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dates for True Body Class</title><content type='html'>Whoops! We hope you can still come!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please join us for True Body Project for girls and women at the Downtown Pendleton Pilates studio this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE ARE THE NEW DATES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THURSDAY NIGHTS - (Not Tuesday nights)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 2 - November 20th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-8:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downtown Pendleton Pilates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 Reading Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karma class - suggested donation $10 but pay what you can, when you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move, Write, Create, See, Connect, Inspire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Julianna Bloodgood, Stacy Sims and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Girls and Women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-5114245420170870287?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/5114245420170870287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=5114245420170870287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5114245420170870287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5114245420170870287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-date-for-true-body-class.html' title='New Dates for True Body Class'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-311450173232361604</id><published>2008-09-01T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:30:47.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Been Thinking About Teacher Training?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLxe2L7YScI/AAAAAAAAABw/pItSRQYvXLY/s1600-h/TeacherTraining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLxe2L7YScI/AAAAAAAAABw/pItSRQYvXLY/s320/TeacherTraining.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241168351360207298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assure you that if you have been thinking about it signing up for our four month Teacher Training program at Pendleton Pilates, now is the time to JUST DO IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I know for sure that the experience always exceeds the expectations of the trainees. Not only do you get to connect with yourself and learn how the body really works best, but you get to study what it means to interact with - to truly connect with - another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, it is a great chance to practice Pilates ALL THE TIME while learning Pilates-specific anatomy and physics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are curious, visit www.pendletonpilates.com or contact me here or Shannon Faith at 513-333-0191. Payment plans are available. We start up again on September 11th. This session runs through mid-December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-311450173232361604?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/311450173232361604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=311450173232361604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/311450173232361604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/311450173232361604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-been-thinking-about-teacher.html' title='Have You Been Thinking About Teacher Training?'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLxe2L7YScI/AAAAAAAAABw/pItSRQYvXLY/s72-c/TeacherTraining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-815025370280491652</id><published>2008-08-29T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:19:58.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip replacement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Firestone'/><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray!</title><content type='html'>I didn't come up with the clever headline - the most inspiring and fantastic super-hero of a woman on the planet did, right after she changed her body in order to change the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please join me in congratulating the now bionic Ann Firestone into full-on fabulousness after she lost 135 pounds in nine months in order to undergo, as Ann puts it, "textbook perfect anterior hip replacement on 8/26 and climbing my apartment stairs with JUST a cane ....AWESOME."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome is an understatement. I have rarely met a person so dedicated to finding her best self and boy do we love her for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ann, we can't WAIT to see you back at the studio and thanks for sporting your Pendleton t-shirt to and from the hospital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-815025370280491652?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/815025370280491652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=815025370280491652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/815025370280491652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/815025370280491652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray!'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-8918715798981580064</id><published>2008-08-27T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:12:22.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pendleton Pilates - In The News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLVRs6kttUI/AAAAAAAAABo/kqgFNxsp-1Y/s1600-h/melissaclass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLVRs6kttUI/AAAAAAAAABo/kqgFNxsp-1Y/s320/melissaclass.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239183573594780994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! Pendleton Pilates is one of the studios featured in an on-line cover story article at Pilates-Pro.Com.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the entire story by clicking on the link, below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pilates-pro.com/"&gt;http://www.pilates-pro.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while it speaks to the difficulties of running a Pilates studio in a recession climate, I am happy to report that our terrific clients have helped us weather the storm because of their commitment to their best selves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if that happens to be you, thank you! And please keep it up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-8918715798981580064?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/8918715798981580064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=8918715798981580064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8918715798981580064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/8918715798981580064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/pendleton-pilates-in-news.html' title='Pendleton Pilates - In The News'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SLVRs6kttUI/AAAAAAAAABo/kqgFNxsp-1Y/s72-c/melissaclass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7969425465166790482</id><published>2008-08-25T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:10:23.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break. (Or what to do when your computer is running slow and you are trying not to F- it up anymore than it already is by clicking relentlessly</title><content type='html'>. . . as it tries to process itself).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer makes a noise when it is preparing to be helpful to me. A crackling sort of noise which I am sure is not a good thing. And some days, I continue to click click click click on the mouse as though prodding it - "come on, come on, come on, come on!!" And it just can't deal. It is still trying to wake up and get its act together. It is trying its best to turn x's and o's into emails and word documents for me, but it hasn't even gotten out of bed and it certainly hasn't had a cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So .... that means I must be still and look around and consider a thing or two in my ACTUAL surroundings as opposed to my internet world of ideas, images and words. Here goes ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm. Maybe my brain is not working because I need to eat. Blood sugar is dropping so no matter how hard I prod my own mind to be clever and helpful and patient, it cannot. Listen to body. Hungry means something. I am going to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's better. I was overprocessing, just like my computer. Hey, there are my books. There are my journals. Wonder what I wrote in Cuba?  Oh look. Some poems a friend gave me, tucked inside my Cuba book. Cool! Looks like they are Mary Oliver poems. Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as is always the way when you let the world show itself to you, a path is revealed, even if only in a few words tucked away in an old book. Here is what I found and what I will breathe today. I will remember that in the quiet is not loneliness but everything else profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Winter Of Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one but me by the fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my hands burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;red in the palms while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the night wind carries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;everything away outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;All this petty worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;while the great cloak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;of the sky grows dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;round every living thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What is precious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;inside us does not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;care to be known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;by the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;in ways that diminish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;its presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What we strive for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;in perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;is not what turns us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;into the lit angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;we desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;what disturbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and then nourishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;has everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7969425465166790482?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7969425465166790482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7969425465166790482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7969425465166790482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7969425465166790482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-break-or-what-to-do-when-your.html' title='Take a break. (Or what to do when your computer is running slow and you are trying not to F- it up anymore than it already is by clicking relentlessly'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-9135372230271439253</id><published>2008-08-22T09:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:58:02.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One love, one heart ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK7T8GFv_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/xDct55J0beA/s1600-h/serene_beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK7T8GFv_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/xDct55J0beA/s320/serene_beauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237356446058806946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get together and be all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is how!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join the lovely Brenda Ghantous and friends at Shine Yoga  Studio THIS Sunday, August 24th for their bimonthly Oneness Blessing event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what this means: you get a bit of hands-on healing which feels like the energetic equivalent of drinking serenity and peace through a fire hose. Seriously. It is not one bit weird - you sit in a circle and chant a bit then wait for one of the Oneness Blessing givers to put their hands on your head for a minute or two. After a few of these blessings (if you have ever had Reiki it is sort of like that), you recline and/or sit and meditate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you are done and I promise you, you will walk around for days and days without ANY crazy talk in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go, Brenda and the gang will explain it in much more scientific, energetic terms but I can think of no better way to get your bliss on for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DETAILS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shine Yoga Studio 3330 Erie Ave. Cinti Ohio 45208. The program begins at 6:00 pm and lasts about 1 1/2 hours. The cost is $20. You may register by responding to this email or calling Brenda at 513 703.0148.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-9135372230271439253?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/9135372230271439253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=9135372230271439253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/9135372230271439253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/9135372230271439253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-love-one-heart.html' title='One love, one heart ...'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK7T8GFv_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/xDct55J0beA/s72-c/serene_beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7527919254116430930</id><published>2008-08-21T06:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:01:57.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Going To Feel Just Like This Today. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK1YNG8DjTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kuQmrxZd4Dc/s1600-h/cloud-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK1YNG8DjTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kuQmrxZd4Dc/s320/cloud-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236938923925802290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7527919254116430930?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7527919254116430930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7527919254116430930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7527919254116430930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7527919254116430930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-going-to-feel-just-like-this-today.html' title='I Am Going To Feel Just Like This Today. . .'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SK1YNG8DjTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kuQmrxZd4Dc/s72-c/cloud-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-5828695722648612488</id><published>2008-08-20T08:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:24:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be! Who knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's something due any day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will know right away,&lt;br /&gt;Soon as it shows.&lt;br /&gt;It may come cannonballing down through the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gleam in its eye, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright as a rose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony, West Side Story, Something's Coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah. I am a total dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was corresponding with a friend yesterday and we were reminiscing about some powerful memories from the past - back when we were in our 20s - back when there was only hope and promise and potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long been a sucker for hope. In fact, I wrote an entire play about it. My favorite book in the world is The Great Gatsby and the passage I underlined and highlighted and asterisked during my many readings of the novel describes Gatsby as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, it was as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of "creative temperament" -- it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been working on discerning between the sort of magical thinking that is keeping me stuck (or might put me in some Gatsby-esque peril) and that which is productive, creative and fertile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I do it? First, I try to make sure that the things I yearn for are actionable. Can I actually do something to try to make it happen? Am I willing to make those steps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, and more important, is what happens on the other end of my query. Am I getting feedback? Are my calls being returned? Does the object of my affection and attention, whether romantic or creative or professional, want to play with me? If not, I regroup and reroute. I try to be unafraid to put myself out there AND to listen to and feel whether energy is being returned or if I am calling into the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more simple explanation of this method is to decide whether my hopeful notion falls into the "George Clooney can be my boyfriend!" or "I can write a novel if I just try" category. Guess which one has proven to be more productive for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-5828695722648612488?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/5828695722648612488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=5828695722648612488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5828695722648612488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/5828695722648612488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/could-be-who-knows.html' title='Could be! Who knows?'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-4919419174222320476</id><published>2008-08-19T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:40:22.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So about a hundred years ago in the 1980s I met the handsome Ron Hamad. We connected as friends and have stayed peripherally in touch since then. I fell in love with his photographs and have used them to create an image of strength and beauty at &lt;a href="http://www.pendletonpilates.com/"&gt;www.pendletonpilates.com&lt;/a&gt; and on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now he has a show opening in NY, with the gorgeous "Prayer" image above as the centerpiece of this gallery exhibition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to go?? I'll see you at the opening....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RON HAMAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sept. 17-October 26, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening Reception &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, September 17, 5:30 - 8:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROBIN RICE GALLERY - Fine Photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;325 W. 11th Street NYC 10014 Between Greenwich and Washington Sts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;212-366-6660 www.robinricegallery.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-4919419174222320476?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/4919419174222320476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=4919419174222320476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4919419174222320476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4919419174222320476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-flow.html' title='In The Flow'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-4164674182678103203</id><published>2008-08-15T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:53:19.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york true body'/><title type='text'>True Body News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SKYGak8UsmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/75oKyoQqEws/s1600-h/_D3N9330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SKYGak8UsmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/75oKyoQqEws/s320/_D3N9330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878670527836770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful thing. Women and girls connecting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did we mention that we won an "Audience Pick of the Fringe" for our work Body Language: A Radical Truth? See/read more at www.truebodyproject.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are thrilled to announce a few True Body tidbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;WEEKLY CLASSES - Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-8:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 30th - November 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pendleton Pilates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 Reading Road 45202&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls/women of all ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move, create, see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karma class - $10 donation recommended but pay what you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ON THE ROAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are meeting with some True Body women in New York in September about creating a community based work in NY. Interested? Let me know at stacy@truebodyproject.org.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-4164674182678103203?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/4164674182678103203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=4164674182678103203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4164674182678103203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/4164674182678103203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-body-news.html' title='True Body News'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/SKYGak8UsmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/75oKyoQqEws/s72-c/_D3N9330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7877847816248273215</id><published>2008-08-15T12:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:25:40.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>My Mom Won't Pass It Along Without More Content</title><content type='html'>So now that I am blogging, I figure I better get to it. Create some gripping, irreverent and/or stirring, relevant content to generate some e-buzz. Or at least an e-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, my mom said she will send it along to her friends and peers when I get some more posts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tip from an inspiring bag of tea. Last night I took notice of the little paper square that was attached to my Honest Tea string/bag. On it, great wisdom from Samuel Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So true. If we try to imagine all the obstacles, we will never get off the couch. Let's say we are considering a bold move to a new exercise class. And we are sitting looking at the schedule online. And then our brain weighs in as follows: "It might be too hard. It might be full. It might be too expensive. I don't know if I will like it. What if I like it but can't make it every week? What if people are mean to me? What if I feel stupid? What if my workout clothes don't fit? What if I have to work late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So many reasons not to try. Are any of them good ones? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you find yourself stalking wellness and change, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; predator you, get on out there and give it a go. Commit to ONE CLASS. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are links to the best in Cincinnati. And if you write me, I'll try to find you the best places in your hometown. I've got people, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pendletonpilates.com/"&gt;http://www.pendletonpilates.com/&lt;/a&gt; (seriously, don't take my word for it, ask around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.shineyoga.com/"&gt;http://www.shineyoga.com/&lt;/a&gt; (love these folks - And beginners, ask for Karen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hot Yoga&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.yogahome.net/"&gt;http://www.yogahome.net/&lt;/a&gt; (sweat the crazy right out of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.cincinnatiballet.com/html/lib/pdfs/OpenDivision0809.pdf"&gt;http://www.cincinnatiballet.com/html/lib/pdfs/OpenDivision0809.pdf&lt;/a&gt; (Rhythm and Motion Dance Classes. You will hear more about this I assure you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Salsa&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.kamasalsa.com/"&gt;http://www.kamasalsa.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Salsa with Diana! Hot hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;True Body&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.truebodyproject.org/"&gt;http://www.truebodyproject.org/&lt;/a&gt; - (Weekly Classes for girls/women coming soon! Check back for more info. Starting Tuesdays at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt;, Downtown, Sept. 30 7-8:30 pm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7877847816248273215?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7877847816248273215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7877847816248273215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7877847816248273215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7877847816248273215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mom-wont-pass-it-along-without-more.html' title='My Mom Won&apos;t Pass It Along Without More Content'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879317775898654732.post-7334842993608484077</id><published>2008-08-15T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:23:10.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I am so jealous of the back-to-school kids. New outfits and new haircuts not to mention new pencils and notebooks and protractors and compasses (or whatever hi-tech devices aid in dissecting and navigating the world these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line? This is the time of year where you get a brand new chance to reinvent yourself. A summer to grow into an active, organized, cheerful, popular person right? That was always my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my son is off to study in Thailand and I am settling down to revise a play, make a musical and commit to a novel. So I am thinking about should be on our supply list, besides vaccinations and Visas and cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Patience.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's hard to keep it together when you are trying to get organized to spend money and/or time in another country. When I got ready to call the guy at the Thai Consulate, my son said it best: "Don't be mean, mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Breath.&lt;br /&gt;Always goes along with patience so well. I am working on adding commas to my day. Rather than running through each minute so fast that one thing blurs to the next. I am working on stopping, pausing, breathing, considering. I figure the future will be now fast enough. Hello, now! Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how cool? My son in Thailand and me in Cincy working on plays and novels that actually stand a chance of living and breathing in the world. Not to mention Pilates and dance as my water and bread. Not to mention family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So blogging ain't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading/listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879317775898654732-7334842993608484077?l=stacysims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/feeds/7334842993608484077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879317775898654732&amp;postID=7334842993608484077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7334842993608484077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879317775898654732/posts/default/7334842993608484077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacysims.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Stacy Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084977015345466237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-r0Od3TXGA/Sm8CLjrr0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Ns2EHti9Ps/S220/STACY02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
