Oh how I miss the days of my orchids blossoming. These lovelies live in the tea house of my yoga studio. They remind me of spring and happier times.
I might just go our and buy myself an orchid plant that is in bloom. :)
Tragic
After an intensive weekend of numerous yoga workshops and teaching, I returned home to find my boys in an emotional funk like no other. It should have been obvious that both of them were wearing their jerseys representing Kobe Bryant’s basketball career spanning high school through retirement. But not be me. BoBo finally blurted out that I should check the news, social media, radio, or anything — for clearly I’d been in airplane mode.
So, I reconnected with the world outside of the yoga and discovered the tragic news of the helicopter crash taking nine lives including 41 year old Kobe Bryant and his 13 year old daughter, Gianna.
There really are no words.
Watch your step
There are geckos all over the trail. They blend in and are easily missed. So watch your step and avoid squishing them.
His small group training sessions have been a staple in my weekly conditioning. With the roles reversed, my son has enjoyed bossing me around. I have enjoyed getting pushed to give a little more than I think I have left on these training days. It’s been great.
But, now that he takes on the Lead Trainer Role at the gym, he will no longer be teaching these sessions. While I am proud of his ambition to move up the ranks, I know that I am not the only one who will be missing these sessions with him.
MUU…
This van, located in the parking lot of my work, reminds me of Big Sis. In high school, her friends used to call her “cow.” This was not because of her eating pattern, although all of my siblings (myself included) were known to put away a large amount. My maiden name, when pronounced in the English manner, sounded a lot like cow in the beginning.
Sis, if you are still reading my blog, this post is for you. I love you.