There are times when the Universe is so big.
Occhiolsm, what a great word.
Today, I’m grateful for this wide, wonderful, world and everything that surrounds it. I’m humbled and grateful to be here.
Getting through the sun salutations yesterday, huffing and puffing only to find a little humor.
I wonder where I can get a set of these?
In my warrior yestday, the instructor is pushing down my shoulders, and straightening my arms….that was funny.
In my down dog, she tries to flatten the middle of my back, and push my shoulders down.
It was like I was one of those toys where you push one side and another side goes silly? It was very Lucille Ball.
I didn’t quite get into my headstand. I couldn’t figure out how to relax the muscles in my legs. It wasn’t like I was using my legs, I just couldn’t relax them. It didn’t seem like they were flexed. It was a quandary. “Clear your mind, relax your legs, engage your core, flex your feet.” Sorry, I cleared my mind, what was after that?
I live to fight another day I guess, and try again at lunch on Friday.
Today I’m grateful that my planks are getting stronger, and I actually got my leg into a half lotus. Trying not to think about my age does make Yoga a little easier.
Have you ever had a funny work out?
Besides Beaumont, and El Paso on this jaunt, there is Baytown, Houston, Katy, Columbus, Schulenberg, Flatonia, Luling, Schertz, San Antonio, Kerrville, then it all becomes a blur….coyotes, cactus, dusty planes, the Llano Estacado ( if you are a Lonesome Dove Fan, you’ll remember the Llano.)
When was the last time you drove 900 miles and stayed in the same state?
Driving around Detroit, we found the Motown museum.
We saw a beautiful Church in Ohio. Attending a wedding in an old church with no A/C on the first 90 degree day, it was a wee bit hot. The Priest was really cute, he cut the service short stating the bride and groom would be just as married if he spoke for 20 minutes or 60. I adore clergy with a sense of humor.
We enjoyed a bit of Americana at the War Memorial in Findlay, OH. I adore small towns with a sense of honor and history.
Lest We Forget. Three haunting words in the midst of the flags, the names of the fallen who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the tribute from their grateful neighbors and friends.
Finishing up the day with a local brew. Some of the names made me smile. I’m glad they make an IPA for a Rough Day. But I went with the Fathead’s Sunshine Day Dream.
Have you seen anything good in this Lovely Month of June?
May the rest of your week be grand.
I’m working on staying positive. Do I relish having another day? Do I celebrate how much I got finished in just 2 days?
Maybe I will take a nap, since I’ve got a little time on my hands.
Cheers to the midweek.
Image credit: Momma Giggles
The monkey face says it all. Blah.
I realize that I hadn’t been posting much. Things have been a bit dry on the creative path, but I have been reading and commenting.
Cheers to a good weekend everyone.
My gratitude today is that I’ve made it this far.
The days run together.
The nights are too short.
Bursts of activity.
Leaving me to wonder.
What day is it?
A few years ago; it was the Personal Trainer, till I blew out my Achilles.
Then, I tried to train for a 5k run….hahahahaha.
Then it was Zumba with a little yoga on the side, till I went back to work.
Now it’s TRX and yoga….and I’m losing my momentum again.
Do I have it in me to keep going?
Is it just a holiday Monday keeping me down?