At the end of Bikram day in Boston I find myself safely cuddled up on my daughter's couch, HGTV on the telly, glass of red wine and a bag of Trader Joes licorice on the table beside me. The couch is next to a picture window that looks down on the street below from this . . . → Read More: Bikram Day
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During my morning meditation I found my self in the book of Revelation in the bible. Along with four other books by different authors, each day I try to spend some time in the book written by the greatest author of all. I don’t know what led me to the book of Revelation this past . . . → Read More: God Made Me Like A Painting It’s a good thing the sun didn’t make an appearance on Cape Cod today, because the humidity was off the charts. Having an engagement this morning, I had to go to the 4 pm Bikram class, giving the humidity all day to grow even more smothering than it was at 9 am. Uh..oh…here goes . . . → Read More: What Scared YOU Today? Usually my time in the hot room is spent in my right hand corner, tucked up by the mirror, and I practice there rather unobtrusively for 90 minutes. Standing head to knee, as I’ve mentioned before, is my nemesis pose. I fight for balance, but my real problem is getting the grip of the interlaced . . . → Read More: Getting A Good Grip – Or Trying, Anyway Monday morning. Daughter says, “Aren’t you going to yoga?” “No. That would not be wise. I can go at 4pm – today I have choices.” The only choice I don’t have is what is stated in my rule. If I’m home, and class is held, then I have to be there. (Weekdays only) This morning, . . . → Read More: Why Rules Are Made Not To Be Broken The campfire is about to be lit. The trees are still. The air is crisp and cool, heavy with the smell of the ocean. The sunset is quietly brilliant. Boston daughter and friends have left. NY daughter remains one more night to hang with Mom and Dad. They trickle out at the end of the . . . → Read More: Such A Peaceful Night Conversation this morning: Me: I’m contemplating having some of that chicken and vegetables we had last night. Daughter: Do you believe her? She contemplates what she’s contemplating to do! I love my kids. I love their takes on my personality and who I am. Listening to my kids talk about me is better than looking . . . → Read More: Contemplating… Boston daughter and friend arrived around nine last night. We sat up talking and working on a Bota Box of wine. Some time around 2am my daughter swung her arm, her wine glass broke, and we called it a night. I said goodnight to them and went to bed because I told them I was . . . → Read More: Vacation Day – LOL! The gang arrives for the holiday weekend tonight. This morning finds their room still filled with all the stuff I couldn’t find a place for when redoing an upstairs room. The dining room is littered with the mess from redoing the downstairs bedroom. The bathrooms need attention and then there’s the floors. I could feel . . . → Read More: Busy Day I am pleased and honored to be the newest member of the Cape Cod Children's Writers. Please check out our web site at: Cape Cod Children's Writers Soon my bio will appear there and one of the best things about being a member of this group is they have a blogging section and the members . . . → Read More: Crayons n’ Paints n’ Such |
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