ice is pretty

Today was the first day in weeks I didn't have to rush to make plans after practice. It was gorgeous, I made the most of it. Awake early, quiet moments with tea, opening, teaching, then the longest practice in the world followed by an even longer savasana, pranayama and meditation. I floated out of the shala.

Coffee at my Sunday favourite, conversation with a bunch of strange strangers until company came and we set off to enjoy the freezing but amazingly sunny day. Say what you want about my city but the fact that I can spend two hours hiking along the waterfront just minutes from downtown is the best thing ever. My lake has been busy, the rocks, trees and debris along the shoreline have been coated in thick layers of ice. It was pure beauty.