A “Don’t Quit” Goat Yoga Inspired Poem to Start the School Year!

One week left before the new school year starts! Green leaves will turn to amber and shorts to snow pants! Play to studies. And free time — so seldom it may tighten our chest – will turn to work. But hey! There’s still time to capture one or two more fun and hopefully “out of the box” summer activities!

My daughter and I said a big “YES!” to Goat Yoga! 

Goat Selfie G and Me

For one full hour of yoga, as we rose into downward dog or stretched into extended child poses, we were jumped on and climbed on! Sharp hooves, dug into our skin. Oh! We were cutely bleated at! And treaded over with such bountiful, playful energy that only baby goats, scrambling for treats and new terrain, can bring.

Goat and G wants food

It was sunset on the farm!

The “kids” (what baby goats are called)

were getting one last chance for recess, before being tucked in for the night!

Goats and Gracie 18

But the pictures brought me a new realization: to baby goats, their work IS recess. OR recess IS their work! And I decided to write a “Goat Yoga Don’t Quit” poem, to help me mindfully reset how I think about the school year, and the ‘work’ to come!


When life gets hard, as it usually will

And your daily chores involve climbing paperwork hills,

When your energy is low and your stress is high,

When you want to head to yoga, to breathe a deep sigh,

But the load is unending — it tightens your chest —

Remember the Kid Goats – they make work look like rest!


Life is challenging: with traffic jams and all there is to learn!

Each person is dolled out troubles; everyone gets their turn.

And many a technology glitch comes about —

When you might have planned a lesson better, just don’t pout –

Remember the grassy weeds, that between the rocks grow!

The Goats view this as cud, and the farmer need not mow!


Often the 3:05 bell is much nearer than,

It seems to a tired and tense teacher – a busy clan!

Often the Academic seems to have given up,

When she might have read the paper that lifts her up!

And she remembered, too late, the Goats playful go-round,

How that one little bleat is such a energetic sound!


Challenge is success when the reward is about

Finding something fun in the Standing Mountain of doubt!

Oh the Kid Goats, jumping up on backs and arms!

Their persistence for frolic and fun — anywhere they are!

So the next time your stress is close to creating a fit,

Remember the Goat Yoga Creed: your hills are where they sit!

goat up close good pic

And just in case you wanted to read the “original” Don’t Quit poem, here it is:

See the source image

Wishing you a fun and frolicking School Year!

Nutmeg at Goat Yoga

Blessings, peace, and “may your work be more like recess”!

Goat and Me

Pamela Rae


“To Climb or Not To Climb”: Living with Intention and My Messy “YES”.

Choice. To write or not to write. For months, I have chosen the latter: thank you but no thank you, Word Press. I have a mountain of reasons, but mainly, I have found it a chore. One more to add to my grocery list of things to do: childrearing, paying bills, teaching and cleaning. “Writing” – hit delete.

But last week I said “yes” to something: “Yes, I’ll hike Mount Monadnock in New Hampshire.” Albeit a hesitant “yes” at first, and filled with fear (False Experience Appearing Real) of FLOPPING. Really, I mostly wanted to go to enjoy the company, mainly. And the expansive view. But from the moment I first saw her blue background summit, I realized completely this view would come with a price: Crag upon steep crag, ridge upon rocky ridge, a sharp burning in my legs, and the heart-out-of-my-chest-pounding-price.

Sweat was inevitable. I knew that. Pacing my breathing, a must. But at one point, the face of the rock, to achieve the next landing, as I was headed 3,000 feet up, was so steep, so smooth, and so fiercely impossible I said out loud, as my hopeful fingers searched for just one tiny crevice to grasp to gain momentum: “I can’t do it.”

And then the voice of my amazing climbing partner, at my back (who always has my back), encouragingly and forcefully said, “You can. Yes, you can.” And then, somehow, there was no other option.

I could.

I found the tiniest sliver of a groove, one that wasn’t there two seconds before; I engaged my biceps, and my willful mind, and pulled. And then I Billy-goat-hopped it all the way up to the next plateau. Ha!
I can do it!

And that’s the moment when my hesitant ‘yes’ moved into the hooray “YES!” A sweaty, messy “YES”! It moved from the circle of stating the intention (“I’ll climb Mount Monadnock”) To living the intention (I am climbing Mount Monadnock) To achieving the intention (I climbed Mount Monadnock! Ha!).

Mt Monadknock with Jaime

In deeper reflection, last fall, I wrote this in my journal:

“Stop thinking about the work. Find the flow. Fuel the flame. Forest fire your life… make messes!  Get dirty, build bridges, or just bake brownies. Whatever you do, find the process, find the love – without worrying about the *WOW* factor. Finalize OR Flop. Either way, something and somebody moved! And it mattered to you!”

Moving and Mattering in the days, weeks, and months to come is my intention – in all my messes, my building, and my baking of brownies (gluten and dairy free btw – still searching and experimenting for the tastiest recipe!).

And mostly in my teaching and my writing.

I hope to say a lot of yesses to Word Press this year.

AND A lot of other “YESSES!”, too.

If I have stalled in the past, it’s okay, cause I am moving again – finding grooves and biceps of strength that were not there just two seconds ago!

With intention. With encouragement. With a messy, sweaty yet emphatic “YES”!

Won’t you join me?

Blessings and Peace,

Pamela Rae