Every year is getting shorter never
seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or
half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the
English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say.

Home
Home again
I like to be here
when I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Time, Pink Floyd (partial lyrics)

Towards the end of my working day I was asked to find a needle in a haystack. I attacked full force, heave hoeing with my pitchfork so-to-speak and throwing the pieces of hay aside in hopes of finding the item of interest (one single data point amid a million or so others).  As 5 pm approached, I left everything where it was and abandoned the task with hopes that my morning latte would somehow provide a clear path to discovery.

But NOOOOO!

I’m on cup #2 and am having no more luck than yesterday. My guess is that the “needle” fell out of the haystack on the way to the barn or, perhaps, was never there at all. At any rate, I certainly cannot find it.

My outdoor adventuring has been halted by an acute case of muscle soreness. As you might expect, my indoor activities have been slowed as well.

Although some people are more than happy to live vicariously through others; I am not one of them. I am not content to watch the runners whoosh past. Nor am I satisfied in hearing how fantastic the vinyasa class was when I was not able to join in. I am happy to hear that my loved ones are still doing what they love. I don’t want them to hold back on my account. But, selfishly, I want to be partaking as well.

Last night, I was thumbing through my photos from the month of May when I came across this photo of me teetering in my newly-acquired titibasana pose. The look on my face alone tells the story of how thrilling it feels to find balance in this pose. It is EXHILARATING!

I expected not being able to run for a few days following my race…but yoga? That, I did not expect. It has only been a week since I last practiced my yoga, but it feels like it’s been FOREVER. Until this morning, even the resting poses (like child’s pose) hurt.  Fortunately, the soreness is starting to dissipate.

I cannot wait for the normal ebb and flow to start back up so that I can resume my play in and out doors.  I’m looking forward to finding other places to teeter the edge, and more ways to enjoy the thrill of finding balance in life’s journey.

How many times have you wished a situation had been different than it was? Maybe you toe the line, as I did on Sunday, wishing you’d trained differently, with different shoes, or more intensity. Hopefully, you don’t let the imperfections of a situation hinder you from making the best of the experience. Sometimes, you just have to go with it.  Right?

 The day this  photo was taken, my buddy and I set out for the farm to with our selected lenses. We took the minimalist approach and chanced the outcome. Unfortunately, our spotting of the newest additions to the farm were few and far between. We were left to take a shot at capturing some of the farm itself rather than the baby animals we’d come to see.

We both wished we had grabbed that other lens from our camera bags, and prayed that somehow we would manage to come away with a few photos worthy of saving.  Each of us, upon sifting through our own collection of images, was disappointed in our craft.

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