Merry hanukkah

... and a happy Christmas!!

I've said "bye bye" to my 2012 december family - the Killing Houdini-crew. But who knows, we might turn up somewhere sometime again.

Until then; feast your eyes on these pretty pictures =) 

New years resolution tips =)

1. Take action.
2. Show up.
3. Lean into it.
4. Start anywhere.
5. Keep busy.
6. Get out more.
7. Ask for help.
8. Shake more hands.
9. Give more hugs.
10. Don't stop.

Pick one or take them all!!
Happy new year to everybody!!

Moving.

Last saturday was the movig day with a big M.
I woke up early, excited, and desided to go and check out my new apartment. After all I had never really had a good look at it or the emediate neigborhood. So I stuffed my little car (107 peugeout) full (that would be my handbag and not much more) and drove downtown.
Back home (at my old adress) I had some coffee and the desided that I had the time to go to the new adress once more before friends and family would arrive to help me move the rest off my stuff. But where did I put the keys?
I left the keys at my new adress!!
Back at the new adress I'm hoping to bump into a dogowner or someone else that is up with the early birds a saturday morning that can let me in to the buildning... After harassing some inocent people just passing by I finaly get let in by a neighbur. Praying that I left the keys in the front door I run up to the apartment - but ofcourse I had left the keys INSIDE the apartment.
The locksmith is there in 45 minutes.

Events like this gets me to wonder; is it just me? Is it just my life that is a everyday, all day-circus or are there others like me? Is there supportgroups where I can meet fellow everyday, all day-circuses and listen to stories like mine that is'nt mine? Or is everone else facebook surfice perfect?

The rest of the moving went increadably smooth and I'm starting to get unpacked.

Feng Shui

Found this picture on a friends facebook wall (facebook is my "wall of wisdom") and it was like somebody switch on a lightbulb above my head. I could actually hear myself thinking: Aha!!
I have two persons in my life that I have done everything I possible can to show how much I enjoy their company, to practice with them and to perform with them but I never really get anything back.
One of them constantly show me in every way that I'm not good enough. The other one is a slippery phoney that always makes me feel unsure of myself.
So I've desided that when I move to my new apartment on saturday and are doing the final cleaning and getting rid of old clutter I'm also leaving them behind.
It's time for som life feng shui. My dragon deserves room to wag it's tail :)

Reveiwed.

 I've got my first "bad" reveiw.

Actually, I'm not even sure it's bad...

It sad that I was young looking - and that can not count as bad in todays society.

It sad that I was a handstand acrobat - witch I'm defently not.

But everyone is intited to their own oppinion and if this reporter want to think of me as a handstander I'm not going to be the one to correct him (note that I'm presented as an aerial acrobat).

 

I have'nt even thought about thinking of myself as a handstand acrobat.

Maybe I should!

 

Down the rabbit hole!

I am one of those people whom constantly puts themselfs in uncomfortable situations.

The reason why I do that is because I know I can handle it.

Stepping out of my comfort zone forces me to develop.

I am one of those people whom would never settle with whatever they know that they're already good at. I always want more.

That is why this next tuesday, 20 November, I will perform one (maybe two) brand new acts in, for me, one (maybe two) brand new diciplines!!

I am excited!

I am nervous.

I am scared stiff.

The end of an era.

I've sold my apartment 2day.
Mixed emotions.
I've been living in this building for twelve years or something. Three of my great, great loves have been living here with me in three different apartments. All three loves are long gone for different reasons and now I'm leaving too. It's time.
It's time for the future. For new paths and new beginnings. For new memories.

A nother thing that is new - and kind of suprising for those who know how I feel about velcro - is my bad ass shoes!! With velcro. And not in a "I don't know how to tie my shoes" kind of way, but the only possible way!!

 

So, in truth, it's actually the end of two eras. The end of the "hell no to velcro"-era and the end of "I want to live in the city"-era. Because when I move, when I leave this place where I've been living for quite some time, I'm moving downtown!!

 That's right, I'm a city girl!!

New perspectives.

A busride to Oslo that started on the same route as I drive when I'm going to the stable or to vistit my sister.
Driving myself I have one veiw. Riding the bus I have a different one.
Same road. Same sights. Same trees and buildings. Different prespective.
Looking at my new veiw on familiar sights it's super clear to me how looking at a situation in a different way makes the whole situation different.
So if you are stubburnly banging your head at a wall and contantly getting the same results – why don't use the door instead of trying to knock the wall down with your forehead?

Like one of my teachers sad to me when I was stuck in a difficult acro-move and I could'nt get it working: Make a different misstake. That was his advice to me, to everyone.

Make a different mistake.

Get new perspectives.

Get un-stuck.

Quote of the day.

"When it's raining shit, thank God for the fertilizer."
                                                                                                                   
 --Unknown

Me, an addict?

Can a computor go on internet strike?

The very last thing I did the day before yesterday was having an internet conversation with a friend.

The first thing I did yesterday morning when I woke up was turning on the computor to check what happened on my favorite yoga blogs and webbsites, browse facebook and then continue working with emails and planning my springschedule... But that didn't happen. My computor refused to conect to internet for some reason. So with my regular coffee but without my regular email time of the day I went to teach yoga to young mucians. After that I had a thing with a thing regarding a thing and then I went home – for a late lunch and a some time with my email (and facebook) account.
Well that didn't happen. My computor were still on internet strike and I couldn't get it to change it's mind. So I had to call in the ”big guns” - my neighbur. For some reson he couldn't get it working either so I took my stubborn computor in my handbag and drove in to Gothenburg city to sit down at a cafe and read my email. But still nothing. So again I wonder: Is it possible that a computor goes on strike?

On a more personal note. I found the experience really stressful. One of the reasons beeing that my routines were tipped over and knocked to the ground – and I do love my routines. The other reason was that I'm clearly addicted to my routines, my email, my facebook and the internet in general. But it's not like I can't handle it – is it?

Oam shanti, shanti. Peace out!

It's a new king in town!

Or actually it's more like a whole pack of tribute kings, queens and circus princesses.

A tribute is the most sincere way of showing how much you enjoy and love the original.

 

You will hear more from these guys.

But you might think that you are listening to a special band from Germany, when you in fact are beeing entertained by musicians from Avesta, Sweden.

You can hear and see them on youtube and make up your own mind.

Sweden vs Germany. Tribute vs Original.

Who's the king?

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-NbTmw62b4&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_a6cwXE95M

Finally a rockstar!!

I always wanted to be a rockstar.

Due to absolut lack of talent and the fact that I get bored really quickly when I actually have to learn something that don't come easy to me I had a change of heart and wanted to be an actress instead. Then that changed and I wanted to be a firefighter. Then for a long time I wanted to be a stuntwoman. For a while I were considering the option of being an actress who did her own stunts and volontaire as a firefighter in my sparetime.

But I still wanted to be a rockstar.

And then I fell in love with a juggler and realized that I could have it all (exept for the juggler who was notoriously unfaithful and finally ran away with a bodybuilder...) But the rest of it, all of my dreams, could be mine.

So finally - I'm a rockstar. I'm an actress who does her own stunts and I'm a firestarter. I know that thats not the same as fighting fires but admit it - it's even cooler =)

This past weekend was a true rockstar moment.

Performing with a Rammstein tribute band and rocking the pants of the place where I started my performance career I felt it deep in my bones.

I am a rockstar. I am living my dream!! 

 

                                     

 Rockstar moments; trainride, hotelroom, getting ready and backstage. Whole weekend sidebyside with rockstar babe and fire starter Lotta Odelberg.

 

No regrets. Chase the dream!!



Anniversary Time

Friday 17.42 I'm getting on a train to Avesta for a legendary performance. It's my 7 year anniversary as a performer!
It's been 7 rollercoster years with laughter and joy and tears and pain.
I've met colleagues that I thought would be my friends forever who turned out to be more like backstabbing frenemies. I've met colleagues that I thought were out for my blood who turned out to be truly caring about my wellbeeing. I've had people in my life that I thought would bring me under, but then it turned out to be just the push I needed to get even better. But most of all I've met honest and sweethearted people who is truly amazing and inspiring.
I've evolved in oh so many ways and I've never been so determined and focused as I am now. This is my time. Happy anniversary to me.

One of those days.

Yesterday when I woke up I had a headache and a cold sore happening.
Went on with my morningroutine and then drove to the stable to hang out with the coolest pony in the world.
When I got there the coolest pony in the world where walking on three legs. Not that cool. Luckily I reached a farrier that just got cancellation from one of her costumers/patients so she came right away. Lucky me and lucky pony!
The farrier cuts the hoof open to puncture the abscess inside and then she wraps the hoof in plaster. The plaster is not aloud to get wet. Anyone that ever broken a bone know this. My pony has never had anything in plaster before and doesent know this. 20 minutes later when he is not in excessive pain anymore and almost able to stand on all four legs he sees absolutley no reson to stay inside to keep dry for the next 4 or 5 days.
Getting back home, I've missed my lunch and my practice but I feel lucky because everything turned out as well as it possible could under the circumstances.
To get to my appartment you have to walk up two stairs. I walked up one and a half when I realised that I don't have any keys in my pockets. They have to be in the stable. So back into the car, drive the 40 km one way to see if I forgot the keys there.
No keys found in the stable. Some extra apples for the freedom loving pony who has house arrest, back into the car and drive the 40 km home.
At this point I start teaching in 45 minutes. I have no keys home. I'm dressed for stable, not for yoga. I have no keys to the studio where I'm teaching my first class for the evening. So while I'm driving I'm phoning (sorry mom) to find spare keys to the studio, borrow some clothes to work in and have a place to sleep. Everything works out! I have amazing family, friends and co-workers!!
I swing by my place just to make sure that I did'nt leave the keys in the lock. Walking up the two stairs, not one and a half that I did 70 minutes earlier, there's the keys!! Still hanging in my door!!

I don't surf, but I imagine this events a little bit like surfing. You get up on the board, it's windy, you fall over and thats okey. That's a part of the dance.

When I got to bed yesterday the headache where still there, but had'nt got worse. The cold sore were still there, it had got worse. A had a pony. An outdoors loving one who has to be inside for a few days, but getting painfree. I have a lovley home and if I get locked out I have family and friends ready to borrow me clothes and a couch!

Not a thread

Thoughts about nudity.

I don't feel shame in nakedness but

 - for me -

 the naked body is charged with vanity and vulnerability.

It's not who I am, in terms of personality, it's just how I look but thats also all there is.

That is all of me.

This body is all I got.

I love my body for joining me in this life. For teaching me about pain and about possibilities. Every day I get stunned and amazed with what this body is able to do.

 

I had a nude art photo shoot this week, and thats what brought all this on.

Beeing naked in a room with someone that I'm not in a relationship with, there's no locker room situation going on and no sauna. Just my nakedness a nother person and a camera.

And it was'nt weird at all.

Turns out I`m not that vain and I'm not that vulnerable.

I'm just a person, just a body and just comfortable with the skin I'm in.

 

Above is a small piece of the picture that's going to be published in the photobook "Just People" by photagrafer Cornelia Schmidt.

Ending

a long week with,,, ?
I don't know how or with what I should end this week.
This week has been long and in some ways quite boring. I've been non-having a cold. Feeling sick without beeing sick, but maybe becoming sick. This non-wanted sate of body and mind brought on that I didn't really feel like doing anything. Didn't feel like practice, didn't feel like leaving my bed and I really didn't feel like waking up in the mornings.
But I did wake up and rolled out of bed and I might been taking it slow with my practice but I've been teaching and horseback riding and meeting friends and recorded a commersial for the Christmas Show. All very, very non-boring things!!
But back to the question for the evening: How should I end this boring/absolutley non-boring week,,, ? The answer is: Pizza =)

 

 

Glasses, fire and a wedding.

The day before a had my stiltwalk gig I stated to look after my really long black pants and I couldn't find them anywhere. Ok, I thought, this is a sign that I shouldn't stiltwalk or that I need new pants. I desided that I didn't need new pants but that I shoud take in consideration to stop stiltwalking - after the gig was completed. Phoned one of my stilwalker colleagues and asked if I could borrow his pant, witch I could. Without trying them on I realised that it wasn't the brightest idea. He is 182cm long, I am 165. He weighs 80+kg and is built like a belgan blue acrobat, I am - not that. So instead of drowning in way to big stiltpants I desided that I needed new pants anyway. So I phoned The Theatre Shop. Unfortunally Michelle didn't have the time to do it (this was 21h before they had to be ready), so I pulled out my old sewingmashine and jumped to it. Sometimes it's good to have those (in my case: hidden) skills =)

Yesterday when I woke up and I had a whole day with 6hours of stiltwalking in my new pants to do I didn't feel up for it at all. I felt sore and grumpy and I didn't want to do my morning practice. So I didn't.

On set with always (almost always anyhow) sunny Maria Zeniou the hours flew by and we had a great time beeing really dorky and doing PR for Specsavers.

When I got home I ate a lot, went to bed super early and slept for 14hours! So now I'm ready for some more stiltwalk action and tonight I'm doing some fire eating at a friends wedding. I love weddings. I like them so much might even want one, if I ever find a groom... Details, details.

 

 

 

YogaWings Fly Shop

Back from an awesome weekend with YogaWings at supercute and harmonic island Marstrand. Everything was perfect!!

Next YogaWings Fly Shop is just around the corner, 15 september 09.30 am at beautiful Pilates Complete to be exact.

Like my facebook page to keep track on every opportunity to get your yoga airborn!

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Trucks, snakes and the end of...

summer.

Last saturday, august 25, was absolutley bananas.

The alarm went off at 04.30 am. Up, yoga, coffee and then away. Target: Elmia, Jönköping and the small-city-large truck faire.
9 am I reached the exhibition stand where I was going to perform with Maria Zeniou all day long. Me and Zeniou had re-arranged our duo acro act for the occation. So instead of our "normal" act we performed to high speed Greased Lightning from Grease. 
Also performing in the same exhibition stand were: Stefan Odelberg, snake enchantress December, Good News rockband, Lindy Hop-dancers, singers Pia & Malin, 8 karate sensai, 3 comedians, a gorilla and a dinosaur!!
After doing 4 duo acrobatic perfomances I parked my ass back in my car and drove home to Gothenburg and the last night at Port du Soleil.
During the night I made 4 aerial apperances and at the second one my neck started to trubble me. Beeing awake for almost 24 hours, a long car drive and a buch of shows was taking it's toll...
Anyhow. This amazing nightclub is now closed and doing that is like setting a date for the end of summer.

So I say Welcome! to all the awesome colors of fall and Welcome! to the christmas show that I'm going to perform in this winter!!

Fall and winter Yogenda

My schedule is finally up 2 date. Phew.

You have all the weekly classes here 2 the right.

The acrobatic asana classes on tuesdays is going to be fully boosted with total Omph!!!

If there's any questions about them just email me:

mail@millafloryd.me

I'm also looking forward to the Theme-classes on thursdays at Haga Badet.

First 7 weeks on the semester will be about the chakras =)

 

And 4 you fly-monkeys out there:

YogaWings dates to keep track on:

1-2 september - Marstrand (2 spaces left)

15, 22, 29 september Pilates Complete

1-4 november Oslo

10, 17 november Pilates Complete 

 

To celebrate the end of summer and the beginning of fall, come dance the nights away with me at Port du Soleil.

Last chance this week!!

Candyland Thursday

Freeky Friday

The Closing Experience, Saturday

I'll meet you there =)

Role Model

In the building across the one I live in lives an elderly woman.
I don't know her age, I have never spoken to her, but her hair is white.
When I moved here for a bunch of years ago she was in a wheelchair. A very vivid memory that I have is one winter day when I pass by her with my car and she is stuck in a pile of snow with her wheelchair and she is laughing. She is in a wheelchair, stuck in a pile of snow and she is laughing.
Years after that she dumped the wheelchair and started to use a walker instead.
Some time after she started to use the walker I noticed that sometimes she used crutches. And after a while I never saw the walker again.

It has passed six or seven years since that day when I saw her sitting and laughing in her wheelchair with one of the wheels deep in a pile of snow. Today when I look out my window and see her she does'nt even use crutches. She walks, with a limp a staight back and a sunny smile on her face.

Chrismas around the corner?

This year I've to give it to myself; I've really been planning and focusing on getting things ready in time.
So in june most of my autumn schedule were set and in august I'm taking pictures for the chrismas show that I'm going to perform in.
Exactly wich chrismas-show it's going to be, where and with whom I don't want to tell just yet. It does'nt feel really real and I'm afraid that if I tell I'll jinx it. And then this chrismas story never comes true...

The snow falls, and every snowflake lands on it's true place.


Enjoy the rest of the summer!!
Peace out.

Embrace your Superpowers!!

Vacation

So I'm back, but not really.
I'm here, but it's like I'm on a sidetrack riding on a wave of leisure.
Back home, back to work, trying to get back on track with my training, work, at-home-life. All things that I love.
But I don't have my usual control. I don't have a single note in my calendar. I honestly don't know when I start teaching again. It's sometime in august but I don't know the date.... and that feels really good. I feel like I'm on a extended vacation. A brain-vacation.

So how was Canada?
It was amazing. Everything I wanted and more.
Of course it was practice with a sprinkle of practice on top. And my plans on taking extra aerial lessons after the 9 hour scheduled training day went out the window. It was just to much to take in. New lingo, new people, new moves. All in 35 degree humid heat.
The canadians was super friendly. The city was beautiful with a lot to offer. The vegetarian food was awesome!! Sweden is soooo far behind in that aeria that it's like we're playing a different game on a different planet in another solar system.
The surprice of the journey was that I really got to know E & P. There is just no escape from that when you travel together, live together, eat and sleep together and spend most of your awake time falling on each other or stepping in each others crotch.
The best that a take with me home is what mine and Elaine acro-partnership grew into. Just wait and see. We are at a hole new level of groovy =)

Redefining

We are living a temporary life in a temporary world, where nothing makes us less, everything makes us more and performing miracles isn't a matter of doing the impossible, it's a matter of redefining the possible.

Falling.

Yesterday a friend fell down and broke his wrist.
The sound of the fall. The sound in his voice and the sound of silence thick from everybodys grief for our friend and releif that it wasn't us.
Yesterday I didn't fall.
I think that I had my fare share of broken bones and broken hearts but still it hits me every single time. It hits me like a fist right in the middle of my chest and it's hard to breath.
The vision of a broken bone is not unlike the vison of a broken heart. The crooked and twisted skeleton under the skin, or the crooked and twisted pain in someones eyes.
Many, many times when my heart or my spirit has broken I wished for a broken bone to replace the brokeness with. Something visual, something that others can see and pity me for.
Yesterday I didn't fall.

The sound of falling is always followed by silence. And then the breathing starts again.

Acroliving in Montreal

A week in my stay in Montreal and all that comes with 9 hours of practice every day and sharing a small space with two friends I have to admit that it's even more awesome than I thought it would be.

First there is the impact of Montreal and the people that live here. Not only the ones that work at the studio were the training is at, but everybody are super nice! You expect that your teachers are going to be more or less nice to you as it's a part of their job description if nothing else. But when complete strangers come up to you on the street, not to rob you on neither energy or belongings, just to be nice to you – that's a new for me.

Second there is the living together. I'm a very private person. I need my space and time for myself. Luckily both E and P are the same so they don't force me to have pyjamaparty and paint each others toenails every single evening. But we have our daily check of highs and lows and laugh about all things that kind of get lost in translation.

The training is tough, but not to tough. It's just about tough enough =)

Definite high as far as the training is the creative process, a part of the education when we create our own flows, moves and adjusts.

Definite low is all the surya namaskaras. Everybody that ever has been in one of my classes and asked for sun salutes has got the answer ”White girls don't jump.” Witch is a stupid answer that refers to that I'm bad at jumping. It also means that I rarely do suryas at my classes. I'm more into creating flows and vinyasas that keep the students and myself interested and curious to know what comes next. But I can estimate the meditative (putting to sleep) effect that comes along with doing the same thing over and over again.

Keep on playing.

Highs and lows

This weeks highs and lows:

Having a huge misunderstanding with one of my dearest friends

- low.

Performing at a gay wedding

- high.

Not getting cranky while working out with J

- high.

Spending midsummer with my sisters beautiful kids

- high.

Getting my sisters kids to cry after I trashed their balloons to inhale helium so that I could sing for them in a funny voice

- low.

Having a steaming hot sex-dream about my x

- high or low...? I'm not sure...

Having a coffee-date with a friend

- high.

Getting a self esteem boosting question

- high!!

Working with some of the absolute best artists that Gothenburg has to offer

- high.

Deciding that I should have a humungus party. With a band!

- Defently high.

Losing faith

- low.

Not getting the suitcase that I orderd for my Canada trip

- low.

Received new equipment that I don't master - jet.

Low that will turn to high.

Took a dance lesson

- high.

No rest for the wicked!!

I know what I've been aiming for and right now I'm standing in the middle of it!
It's long days of hard work, obsessive training and creative interaction with amazing people. Lack of sleep and days on set with food that I hoped to be different is a price that I'm happy to pay. That I'm constantly pushed out of my comfort zone is the absolut definition of what I'm been walking, running and sometimes in slightly less convinced moments, crawling towards.
Today, after three amazing days, it's no question that I have a body in need of rest. I hurt everywhere, even my voice is sore - probably from all the laughing I did yesterday.
Thursday it was me and the ceiling at Port du Soleil.

 

I left the nightclub at 02, went home for a shower and jumped into the car for a drive to Oslo and Defy Gravity yogawings. Co-teaching with my friend Ivy, who's having a baby in 5 weeks!!

 After a day of yogawings work shop I parked my butt on the bus back to Gothenburg. At midnight I arrived back home and went straight to bed. 10 hours later I was on set at Stora Holm preparing for a whole day of birthday celibration. Honda MC 50th birthday!!

There aint no rest for the wicked. And I hope it stays that way!!

June the 16th!!

Costume disaster!

31 may was the the end of spring and begining of summer. At least at the Gothenburg nightclub scene. Theme for the evening was as simple as GOLD. Everybody that works and performs should be dressed in gold. Simple as that. Just that I don't have a gold-costume for aerial so I asked Mats Lysell, brilliant cosume designer, to make one for me.

29 may ML call me and with a slight hint of stress in his voice he tells me that the fabric that he has ordered from London is somewhere i Germany he will not get it in time to make me a new costume. No worries. I have two days to fix something else. So I go for plan B. Simple as that.

Plan B turnes out to be a golden corset bra, white unitard (that I intend to use as tights) and a pair of gold-net trousers.

Thursday, on set, directly from yogaclasses I become very aware of the fact that the only underwear that I have with me is the pair I'm wearing - a pair of black string panties... Black string under a white thight unitard is not an option so I go, I think the term is, comando. Not to worry, I calm myself, you will have the gold-net trousers over. Nothing will show. Simple as that.

I did'nt have time to try the corset bra on when I bought it and when I put it on it's way to decolletee and I know - without trying - that everytime I turn myself upside down my boobs will fall out. Not to worry, I calm myself, just wear a gold bikini top under. No-one will notice that it's not the same shade of gold. Simple as that.

I'm not very pleased with how I look and I'm not very keen on feeling like that. But it is what it is.

So up I go.

And just as predicted, everytime I go upside down my boobs fall out of the corset. So upside down I'm wearing a under the bust corset with a gold bikini and right side up I'm wearing a corset bra. I feel like I'm performing a peep/aerial show.

Two minutes later it goes from bad to worse. My gold-net trousers are not made for aerial or any other kind of acrobatics so ritch ratch and I have a big hole from the back of my waist all the way down my but.

What to do? Do I jump down and walk around in torn trousers or do I try to take them off while still performing?

So up in the air, above a thousand people I take my torn gold-net pants off. As my performance moves from peep show to striptease I'm wondering what to do with the pants? Should I try to hide them inside my aerial net somewhere? Should I give them to the bartender that is serving drinks below me? Should I try to throw them far, far away? I tie them in a bow around my left ankle and leave them there as a part of my costume and keep on moving.

Simple as that.

To put it as my dear friend, co-worker and acropartner Elaine Rydberg does;

What does'nt kill you...

F**K me sideways! That night made me s.t.r.o.n.g.

Cars, the party.

It's not just that it's sunny and warm weather here in Gothenburg that makes the fact that the summer is here true. Swedens hottest nightclub opens on thurstay!!

Friday was a vip-preveiw on how much it will ROCK this summer.

In case you are wondering:

It will ROCK a lot!!

C u thursday,

peace out =)

The primary roles of LOVE

The primary roles of LOVE are not to heal, fix, or mend. Not to soothe, cure, or ease. Not even to refresh, rejuvenate, or restore. Hardly.

The primary roles of LOVE are to "Yahoo!" "Yeehaa!" and "Whoohooo!"
You were born to love no matter the cost, no matter what someone else said, and no matter how the past once played out.  

Get your love on!!     

- Note from the Universe -

Cars. The movie.

I want to write about Cars, the movie. But instead I'm just going to tell you to watch it (again, if you hav'nt seen it lately) and if you can mirror your behavior in Lightning McQueens - get a grip.
Get with the program.
Get an awesome pit crew and trust that they know what they are doing.

Don't be an one man show.

Going to Montreal!!

I'm going to Montreal this summer for a TT.
This would never have been possible without my friends and family that's supported my obsessive training and catched me whenever I've fallen both mentally and physically.
But more importent, and I know this it not from a yogic spirit but still true, this probably never would have happend without the ones in my life that doesent belive in me at all.
To quote Christina Aguilera: ... in the end I want to thank you - because you made me that much stronger.
Some of the coolest dreams that ever came true weren't dreams at all, but standards that simply weren't compromised.

2morrow I'm adding ROADTRIP!!!

2day I'm adding

yoga

aerial practice

handbalancing practice

gym with hard core JC

more yoga

and some more yoga

What are you doing besides beeing amazing?

The real 2 do list!

It's been some busy days, that turned into busy weeks and became a crazy busy month.

The main things that's been occupying my time could easily be boiled down into 2 words:

Accounting

Video editing

For the first word on the list the action has been mostly inside my head, planning to get to it. So now I'm really, really late and my auditor really, really busy.

The second word on the list is actually two words and totally new to be appering on my 2 do lists. When I need a promo or anything like that I leave it to professionals. Same thing as I do (in my imagination) with my financials.

But this time I decided to do it by on my own.

Luckily for me the videos I needed is for an acroyoga teacher training so I had to practice a lot to get all the videoclips I need!

Now it's done. I'm happy with the results and I learned a lot along the way.

Receipts and invoices safe and sound at my auditor. Videos and application in the mail, smothly sailing (or flying) to Montreal. New to 2 list set and ready to attend.

Want to take a look on my practice videos and editing skills? Please do =)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iq61I-MFGY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=561n9HPmhhI&feature=channel&list=UL

Peace and love!

Some ideas

you know from your heart, from the start, that they arent very good.

But sometimes you just want to try them out anyway.

Almost There vs The Real Thing

Telling the truth about what you want.

Pointing it out.

Saying "I want this".

Beeing truthful to yourself.

Good things right?

But I just found out that it also means turning your back to something.

Turning to something is automaticly turning away from something else.

Pointing out what you want is also telling the truth about what you don't want.

It's like standing in a candyshop. If you know exactly what you want, none of the other candy matter to you except the the piece (or pieces) that you are going to bring home and eat!

In my case the thing that I want vs what I leave behind is kind of tricky...

What I turn my back to is damn close to what I really want, but not quite there.

(It's like dark chocolat with seasalt but a different brand than the favorite.)

Why settle for the subsitute? I say; Never settle!

I say that but what I feel and what I want to scream out is not always the same as what I know is the right thing to do.

I know that I could never settle for the "almost there", "almost it" even if I can fool myself to do it for some time. But sooner or later the urge for "the real thing" takes over. And it's my belief that if I'm fully stuffed with "almost" the real thing have no place to fit in to.

It would be like eating two bars of chocolate. The first one might not be what you longed for. But if you eat it, and then eat the one you was really urging for... you will get way to full. And the second one will probably not taste as good as if you hadn't ate the first one?

In the middle of turning my back to Almost and waiting for The Real I feel restless.

Maybe I could hang out in almost-land for just a little bit longer before I start the journey to the real?

Or could I?

Or could Almost be Real?

Crazy weekend and Mars Migration Madness

Friday 30 mars I got up in the middle of the night - or really, really early. Shaved my legs with an old razorblade (if you ever done that, you know what I'm talking about - and if you havent, don't) and took a cab ride down to Gothenburg centalstation.
On the train I met my girrrls and off we went to Copenhagen.
Arriving at the Yogi Nomads Mars Migration Madness we started off with a sequencing workshop; theme: Plan a class like you plan to serve a delicous meal. Brilliant!
After that I went back to Sweden and Malmö for a golden night at Casino Cosmopol. Literally golden, because I was performing as a goldstatue.
The day (read night) ended with an hour in the shower trying to shampoo the gold make-up out from my hair.
Saturday morning I took the train back to Copenhagen and Axelborg for rigging my aerial net so that it was ready for that nights performance!
Rigging went smooth, it's so nice to work with professionals, so did the checking in at the hotel. Left my bags and went back to the Yogi Nomads for a 3,5h Mars Migration Madness yoga-session. Awesome!
For the first time ever I did the exorcist walk. You know - walking in Urdhva D =). Thank you Yoga Paws for making me such a mobil yogini!!
A huge dinner, some rest and then it was time for Pure Noir. The nightclub at Axelborg where I was performing aerial net. Dresscode for the guests that evening was black from head to toe... I was dressed in white and had a uv-spot. Think anyone noticed me?
At 4 am I fell asleep. 6 hours later I woke up at the exact same spot, in the exact same position as I fell asleep in... Breakfast, back to Axelborg to get my net and then starting the train ride back to Gothenburg.
Back in my hometown it was time for Balanced and Hip! My armbalance and hipopener workshop. 10 advanced students kept me awaked and happy despite a blasting headache. I'm so thankful to my teachers that have equipped me with such wonderful tools to share my knowledge with truely intrested people!

Ended the total crazyness this weekend had brought on me, or I brought on myself, with pizza and candy. Because I'm worth it!!

Free-ish

As human beeings we long for freedom.
We not only want it, we need it.
But what is freedom? And what to do with it if we get it?
This is, for me, a really sincere question.

I have recently made myself free from both work-related and private relationships that I felt were tying me down and interfering with my longing for freedom.
Looking at the the results of my decisions I have to remind myself of that this is what I wanted. This is the freedom I longed for?
But if the longing is more of a yearning to be free from something and not to something...
What to do with the freedom so that it not only becomes time filled with thoughts, questions and activities just so that it wont be empty space?

I have an empty corner in my appartment. I don't really know what to put there, but when nothing is standing there it's just an empty space looking empty so I use it for dumping all kind of things. Laundry, acrobatic gear, the vacuum cleaner... But I don't want to use my "freedom" like an emty corner. Or do I?
If I made my bed with my honestly wanted freedom, why can't I sleep in it?
Is the point that I should try to put all kind of things, questions and activites in my free corner until I find what really fits there?

I found what I want to put in the dumping space, the empty corner in my appartment. It took some time, and maybe that is just what I need to give my new freedom.
Time.

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Slowing down is the new black.

There are young, healthy people out there who's working the dreamjob and choosing to work less than 100%.
It's true! They do exist and I'm actually thinking that I would like to become one of them.

Why not have more time for family, friends and falling in love?
We all are equal on the fact that we have the rest of our life left to live so how about living it instead of working it?

Do you feel like your 2do-list is constantly longer than the 24 hours space your day have?
Are you always out of time?
Do you stuff your days full with things that you don't really care about on a deeper level and if you could you happily would change to simpler things like turning your face up towards the sky and letting your mind wander?
Are you awere of that you can be mindful, meditate and still not wear birkenstock? (If you don't want to.)
Do you feel that you need some guidance in how to slow things down?
Come to this amazing workshop that I'm co-teaching with my dad. He knows from experience the importence of slowing down and just be.

Stillness and movement,

a oneday meditation workshop for urban people.

Topics of the day:

Why?

Meditation in theory and practice.

Breath.

Taiso and selfmassage.

Yoga.

Welcome to a day with focus on physical and mental relaxtion.

21 april. Pilates Complete, Kastellgatan 1, Gothenburg. 1050sek, lunch inkluded.
Booking and information mail@millafloryd.me