tales of a wayward yogini
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I have been working this week on making exciting changes to my newsletter and will continue to do so in the next week. I hope to have the updates completed by the end of next week. I will send along the info once I’ve accomplished my changes. In the meantime, you will not find any posts in your email box. But I will have lots to chat about when I return soon. I will leave you with my thoughts as I write this. I hope you are all finding something positive each day to focus on. Everywhere I frequent these
Remembering what’s important
Where have I been in the last two weeks? Not at my computer, that’s for sure. My previous blog brought up uncomfortable feelings. So much so that I didn’t post it on social media, only sent it to my followers. I told myself last week that I was too busy to write because Matt was visiting with us. In hindsight, that was an excuse. I could have written on Thursday before he arrived on Friday. It’s taken me a week just to sort through my discomfort, but the process has become an enlightening experience that I’m finally ready to share.
Thoughts and prayers
A post to save the thoughts and prayers in the world. While I have my opinions, I, for the most part, shy away from writing about politics or religion, which seems to eliminate many topics. I leave that for the stronger of heart. It could be said I write about life, but I think more accurately, I write about feelings associated with life. And while I don’t always write about happy topics, I try to find the positive in whatever I’m discussing. It can be a daunting task. Today is one of those days. As our nation reels from yet another school shooting,
Rich Strike
(Written May 9) Recently Rick and I visited Avila Beach, Ca, with our dear friends from Fresno. Typically it’s a smaller group when we travel, but this weekend we celebrated our friend Al’s 60th birthday, so the group consisted of 22 people ranging from nine months to 85. What a lively group, representing all the stages of life. We managed to cover a multitude of activities. Some hiked the hills, and others walked the coastline. We drank amazing lattes at Kraken’s excellent coffee shop right on the ocean. We ate dinner out the first night and cooked in the remaining
Parting with a dear friend
I’m headed into some heart-wrenching changes in my life, which I’m working hard to ignore. How deeply can I dig my heels into the universe to stop my world from spinning around? Apparently not deep enough. My wonderful friend, Lynette, who I’ve written about over the last few years, is moving to Florida. Lynette was one of the first friends I made in the foothills. I somehow knew I would connect with her based on a Georgetown yoga studio bio I read about her. I tried in vain to attend her class, but the studio had gone out of business a
Hawaii lessons – cont’d.
I’ve lost track of the times I have spent sitting in the sand or on a rock enjoying the ocean, whether in Hawaii or along our SF coastline. Our Hawaii trip once again offered me time alone to enjoy the sea while Rick and Lalo explored. I found a great spot on a ledge next to a sweet yellow lighthouse and spent time with God contemplating my life. Something about the ocean, especially if the sun is shining on the water, transports me, opens my senses fully, and helps me take stock. It’s easy to move quickly through my busy
Hawaii- cont’d.
I’ve mentioned before how much I love the Hawaiian islands. I recently had someone from Hawaii say to me, “the islands either capture your heart, or they spit you out.” I gave the comment a bit of thought but dismissed it fairly quickly because, luckily, my love affair with the islands has only intensified over the years. I didn’t doubt her comment, though. The islands are as volatile as they are beautiful. I believe in the folklore and pay my respect at all times, both to the land and the inhabitants. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve been fortunate
For Goodness Sake
I’m heading back into book talk. Winter was quiet, and I welcomed the respite. As spring arrived, promoting Lessons of a Wayward Yogini has slowly reawakened, taking nature’s cue. I’m excited … let me tell you. I connected with For Goodness Sake in Truckee back in the winter. They are a Non-profit CommUnity Center for Self-Discovery and Spiritual Growth with a library, classes, programs, and events. I stopped in to introduce myself and tell them about my book. I met the director, Kimberly, chatted for maybe five minutes, left my book, and came away knowing I had made a connection that would