I’ve been able to mention Cooper’s death without tearing up for about week now. Common wisdom and my own experience tells us that time, as it goes by, makes the pain of loss less sharp. It’s never gone. But it becomes softer. Some moments catch us unexpectedly, like the lovely coffee shop person who didn’t…
2 in 1 Yoga – Not this Week!
I had it in my head yesterday that I was going to do two back-to-back yoga classes in one day today. It seems like the perfect thing to do on a Sunday morning. I was going to attend LJ’s 9:30 “Morning Flow” and Rebecca’s 11:15 Yinyasa. The catch is, I am still REALLY new at…
Yoga Week 1 – Igniting the Habit
My first full week of the new yoga journey is now behind me. I attended five classes this past week and I’m asking myself: what took me so long to get into this? Downtown Yoga studio has a variety of classes and instructors to pick from, which, for a short-attention-span person like me, is a necessity….
Grieve Gently
Grief suuuuuucks . It squeezes the bottom of your heart like it wants to force you into the fetal position and then, like, stand over you, foot atop your body in an assholeish statement of conquest. It is such a strong feeling. And it’s such a strong thread in the human experience.
30+ Joints, 26 Bones
My first yoga class in my new journey was last night at Downtown Yoga in Memphis. Aaaand it’s so different to restart yoga at the age of 38, instead of starting at 25-26 which is approximately the last time I practiced regularly. The body cracks and pops back at you a little more! The yoga…
Buying Sunlight
I have a really hard time with winter. It’s dreary and cold. There’s no green grass or green leaves or colorful flowers. Sometimes at dusk, the color of the Mississippi River and the sky and the dead grass and rocks on the riverbank all blend together as one bland palette. There’s no color and warmth…
Taylored Pursuit 