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.
At the beginning and ending of my yoga practice, my hands find their way to Anjali Mudra (pronounced UHN-juh-lee muhd-RAAH). Here, with the palms of my hand brought together in front of the heart, I find grace and gratitude.
In Sanskrit, “mudra” means sign or seal. This sacred hand gesture brings about a certain inner state and, from my viewpoint, has symbolic meaning across many spiritual customs. Anjali comes from “anj” which, in Sanskrit, means “to honor or celebrate”.
Today, being the anniversary of 9/11, I honor those who have given their lives (either willingly or by tragedy and those who fight for freedom of our country. With this, I also pray for world peace.
Ronin just loves his “baby” bear. It’s a good thing that I put it away or else YaYa might have added it to Simba’s collection of going away gifts. Slowly but surely, we are returning to a new norm now that we are back to being a 1-dog household.