the second our instructor begins her guided meditation, my eyelids begin to droop. why is it so much easier to fall asleep on my yoga mat, than in my bed at night?
Tag Archives: small stones
mild
the weather is so mild, when i take the dog out for his midday walk, that i have to take off my hat and gloves. that can only mean one thing!
being
7:00 p.m.- as i begin to write, i realize that so far, today has been more about doing than being. time to change that.
grandmother
she tells me she is going to be a grandmother in March. a friend of mine a grandmother– i can’t quite wrap my mind around that.
mud
rain. mud. rain. mud. rain. mud.
thoughts
i plunge my hands into the warm, soapy dishwater and let my thoughts wander…
quiet
there was a time in my life when i would have thought of a quiet friday night as dull. now i simply call it peaceful.
home
it is so dark and rainy i can barely see the road. i turn up my wipers, and focus on thoughts of home.
rain
the cold snap has finally broken, and now we are back to business as usual: rain, rain, rain… and more rain. cold, wet, rainy rain. ah, january!
today
7:18 p.m. this is the first time today i’m not coming or going. i just am.
