Panaceas for this morning

 

Yoga’s stretching, bending, and inner mindfulness.

Glimpsing a herd of twelve young mothers parading into the sunshine, out of a wooded path, each pushing a toddler-filled stroller.

 

Hearing the light guitar work and lilting melody of Don McLean’s ‘Castles in the Air’.

 

Feeling the 73 degree breeze on this November day.

 

Leaving to lunch with friends.

Anticipation

 I was up and out on a mission this morning. Vote, then meet friends at the pickleball court to:

Seclusion and Serenity

 I should have lost at least five pounds just by moving to this condo seven years ago because that’s how long it’s been since I’ve bought Halloween candy.

Corpses, beans, and babies

         This morning’s yoga class was soothing, aside from those moments when my joints reminded me exactly how many decades they’d been in operation. Our savasana period at the end (also called, grimly, the corpse pose) seemed longer than usual. This is the point where we all lie back on our mats like, well, corpses, and relax. After all that stretching and bending, it’s super calming and I sometimes leave in kind of a trance afterwards.

My Inner Witch

 

What perfect timing, as we spiral into the witching season. Today I may have experienced what those women long ago felt when they were just tired of unsolicited guidance or being told what to do. At this late point in life, I mostly do what I damn well want to do, and the way I want to do it. 

Bar None

 

On Friday I met a friend for lunch at an oddity in our area full of standard restaurants. We were at a Russian-owned crepe house, with not only create-your-own crepes but also a menu with pages and pages (6? 8?) of teas.

Fishing Expedition

 

In these perilous times I rely on the blogosphere more and more to escape when I feel I can’t handle all the darkness and impending doom one more minute - and yes, I admit it, to find validation once in a while of my side of things.