3am snowstorm

Birthday party at The Artist's backalley house deep in the market. The invitation said "bring pie", the sign inside the front door said "pie fight, 12am". A pie fight seems like a wonderful way to welcome your 40th year of life.

We emerged from the pie orgy to a winter wonderland and spent the next several hours driving, laughing, and arguing over who got the larger half of the chocolate bar; sugar and conversation fueling us with enough energy to keep us going long enough to watch the light change down by the lake as the sun came up.











There was no yoga today. There was, however, a whole lot of sleep.

gone south

home

Down by the lake. Home.




Saturday was teaching a class, coffee with the dearest of friends and a night out on the town, in between it all I returned home for a long and lovely practice.

After practice I was laying on my back, staring at my toes above me reaching toward the ceiling, tailbone pressing into the ground, sacrum gently opening and expanding with each breath and I was so happy. There is nowhere I would rather be, nothing I would rather be doing and no one I would rather be doing it with than what exists right now.

love

snow day

Snowstorm on Wednesday shut the city down giving the gift of a snow day. No work, no school, no obligations to fulfill and no way to get around the city to meet those that might arise. The best.

Long and lazy yoga to start the day, wrapped up city-coffee-wandering in the middle, and gliding along a skating path hand in hand laughing and laughing at the end. Seriously wonderful day in the midst of a month that has me feeling like I'm stuck in an ever tightening vice. Mother nature knows.

chug, chug, chug

2011: perrier, 2031: a kegger. He's a frat boy waiting to happen....




From 2011 to 2031...I won't even tell you how long it took me to do that math. And it's probably wrong. That's why they pay me the big bucks ;).