yoga off the mat

When a kid comes back to his old school…

     So, I’m sitting at the table, with garlic bread, pasta, meatballs, and a fluffy mound of fresh grated Parmesan cheese in front of me. My head hurts, my eyes burn and I try to hold back the tears for the umpteenth time today. Nope. The tears come- I was trying to stuff the… Continue reading When a kid comes back to his old school…

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Stand like a mountain

This time of year, it feels like the earth is asleep, the mountains to my west are covered in snow, mostly. Not enough snow, honestly- I worry about the snow-pack, and how the lack of snow in the mountains means we may have a fiery spring and summer. We usually get a lot more snow… Continue reading Stand like a mountain