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What a day. How many times have we all said that? At least once a week. Pull up a chair and listen to what I hit at every turn today. It was the first day of our new women’s bible study. We have been on break for a full month. I really missed it. . . . → Read More: Go Someplace You’ve Never Been This morning as soon as I woke up, I knew the first decision I’d have to make was to go to yoga at 9:30 am or 6 pm. When I opened up my phone and saw October 1, it was like a switch flipped. I hopped out of bed knowing it was going to be . . . → Read More: October 1. Let’s Go! I was having a great Bikram class this morning. When we got to eagle, the teacher stopped the class and told me, as she had on one other day, that I needed to bend forward while bending my knees. I usually just do what she tells me to, but this time I was confused. In . . . → Read More: We’re Never Done Due to the late Patriot game last night, today I opted for 6 pm yoga. It’s dangerous to do this because I run the risk of that “maybe not” feeling around 4:30. My way to get around that is to think of the experience I had at my last 6 pm class about a month . . . → Read More: 6 pm “When was the last time you told your story?” – Question put to the sick by a Native American Medicine Man. If that was a question put to the sick, it leads me to think that “telling one’s story” is somehow healing. This must be why, when someone sees us hurt or struggling or . . . → Read More: When Was the Last Time? A few weeks ago I went to visit a friend of mine. She had this tiny adorable female cocker spaniel named Journey. I loved the dog, and I was intrigued by the name. Most people’s dogs I meet I wouldn’t remember their names, but “Journey” was such a unique name for a dog that I . . . → Read More: Journeys This morning I dragged my broken body, beaten up by paddle board, waves, and rocks, to Bikram yoga. We stood to begin pranayama breathing and I noticed my two purple bruises right below my left knee. I thought, “What was I supposed to learn from these lingering marks?”. Then, the teacher, my dear friend Shirley, . . . → Read More: Courage, Revisited, Redefined This morning is different all around for me. I don’t know if it had anything to do with the Buddha Board entering my life or not, but it is different. First, I suddenly decided I wasn’t going to Bikram yoga today. I broke my own rule of if I’m home and class is on, I’m . . . → Read More: The Taste of Sky Yesterday my friend asked me to meet her at her house at 12:45 to go kayaking with her and some other people. I sat there thinking about the invitation for a few minutes. Today I had a 10 am brunch up in Brewster. My friend lives in Falmouth. The two places are practically on either . . . → Read More: One Body, One Life My week without Bikram was wonderful. Excellent meals and wine with friends for both lunch and dinner, working the registration desk at the Writers Conference and commiserating with such interesting people, and attending wonderful, inspiring classes. Bikram and exercise and diet of any kind was not even on my radar. It was the best conference . . . → Read More: My Week Without Bikram |
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