Veritas, no vino required… Friday nights. I’m sitting home on a Friday night, having dinner with myself on my deck out back. Watching my dog play and graze on the grass like she’s a vegetarian. Guess she needs to eat soon;) But I sit here and think of what society tells us we should do… Continue reading Veritas, no vino required…
My oldest is off to Washington, DC for the next 6 days with her 5th grade Safety Patrol group. I drove her downtown where there were 9 charter buses all lined up to welcome some of the city’s finest kids. We woke at 4am to make sure we were on time. As I drove, she… Continue reading super moon. super gratitude.
I have been very quiet on the blog front lately. A few thoughts have come across here and there but nothing complete enough to send into the great open world of the web. So as I sort through the jumbled mess of life lately and wait for a break from the noise, I am letting… Continue reading Letting go to find Inspiration
If I learned one thing during my last weekend of yoga teacher instruction, I learned many. But one thing in particular stands out ~ the necessity for me to get out of the way of myself. As I start to write this, Sting’s “Why Should I Cry For You?” starts to play and I think,… Continue reading Get Out of the Way of Yourself
It’s been a little while since I’ve written – since I’ve been on my mat – since I’ve had the time to sit and enjoy a simple cup of coffee in silence. So here I sit… with my cuppa joe… after a lovely session on my mat at the Den… catching my breath. It felt… Continue reading Catching my breath, in these cold winter months
This past weekend (the 4th of 9 total sessions) included so much. I am still ruminating and processing it all. From actual class experiences to helping with assists, from learning about chakras and meditation to life in general mixed in. So in my quest for understanding, I will keep it simple. Very simple, and list… Continue reading I love…
So my yoga buzz did not take me through my Monday. A day of complicated, high-strung patients, and I’m completely drained. I get home and have an interesting conversation with my girls at the dinner table about 5th graders “dating”. Yeah, I’m not ready for this. Fortunately their pillow talk was much more my style.… Continue reading untitled