my happy place

Between teaching, assisting, practicing and the workshop I'm participating in I've been spending 8-10 hours a day in one yoga studio or another. Stick me anywhere else for that long and I'd be one cranky person but instead I'm completely inspired, jazzed, happy, and so very much in flow.

The things I love most I do for free, and when they become paid it takes the joy out of it. My thoughts about the what and where of my career are taking a different perspective - revisiting the idea of compromising some hours for the joy found in others. And it's all good.

queen street waiting

Gorgeous summer day after a few cold days of rain. Arrived at the studio early and sat outside watching the world go by, enjoying the anticipation of the Chuck & Maty workshop I've been looking forward to for months, and taking random pictures from my place on the curb.

Bikers, bladers, boarders; streetcars, motorbikes, dumptrucks, firetrucks, police cars; queen street hipsters, dazed yogis, yummy mummys, tourists, 905-ers, and jaded locals. So much to see from my corner of the world.

First picture

He was not impressed with my stealth picture taking skills. 

Love the person with their elbow hanging out the window.  I know that feeling exactly.   Such a TTC moment. 

Gold boots?  For real? Awesome. 

Two trends in one: skinny jean on the bottom, harem pant on top.  Strange. 

Toronto traffic ignoring the firetruck sirens. Everyone's got somewhere to go

Gorgeous shoes

Looking up

sunday

saturday

Almost didn't make it outside today. Had big plans but then the hours slipped by, the couch was snuggled into, books read, and chores left undone when an unexpected nap took over. Before I knew it it was dinnertime. Through it all, the sun streamed through the window not to be ignored and, again, before I knew it I was outside on my bike headed down to the Lakeshore.

The more I rode the less I wanted to stop. The Lakeshore took me to the grounds of the Canadian National Exhibition which took me to the TFC stadium vibrating with excitement as we won the game. I sat outside absorbing it all and realized that I don't need to go to sports games but sit outside and absorb the energy that busts out of the place? Oh yes.

I left the TFC stadium to join the car-filled, bike-hating streets, window shop along Queen West, wander through Trinity Bellwoods Park and eventually I found myself on the patio of Fresh where I had a great, big, cold glass of apple/carrot/beetroot juice before slowly making my way home taking the long route through High Park.

Amazing what kind of adventures take hold if you just give them the opportunity.

looooong weekends

taking the 'Philosophers Walk' shortcut

another photo for my "waiting for james" series

Riding my bike downtown + relaxing on patio in the evening sun after a winter trapped inside = so much happiness. This is a good place to be.