
I’m like this BiZZy BEE, buzzing around, collecting up the things I need, in order to flourish. It’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it.

I’m like this BiZZy BEE, buzzing around, collecting up the things I need, in order to flourish. It’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it.

In the early morning, the sun hits these Tibetan prayer flags just so. They speak to me — whether I am looking towards the heavens during a series of sun salutations, as I was in this morning’s Ashtanga class, or looking up from some other yoga pose.
The flags seem to say, no matter what your belief or how you refer to the Devine, your prayers will be heard.
However infrequently, I pass by these glass globes. Generally, I do so when I am on bicycle. The speed I ride past affords me a nice glimpse of the side-by-side pools on which these glass globes float the water. Be it early morning, or late evening, the sight is glorious.

This morning, I survey the effects from last night’s evening run. My efforts have provided me with a nice amount of confirmatory soreness along with a few nice shots of the evening sunset.
In addition, I have a renewed inspiration — which is good. Remember, I have a half marathon in a little over 4 weeks.
It’s not often that I am afforded the opportunity to run after work. This week, however, YaYa is away at 8th grade retreat. While the boy is away, momma gets to play.
I hooked up with Cindy at a nearby trailhead. Thanks to abnormally heavy traffic and my last minute tying up a few loose ends (which, by the way, really could’ve waited until morning), we got off to a late start. Our goal mileage was 8-10 miles.
Of course, this aspiration was a lofty one given the shorter days and our late start. But we were both willing to give it a go.
