Well, it's here -- send up the fireworks, bring out the streamers, start cheering, whatever else. Don't look different, don't feel different, not thinking differently; so, I guess I'm not different.
Yesterday went as planned. A minor glitch left me late to arrive for Karen's class (lost car keys), but I pushed the speed limit a bit and got there about 8 minutes late. Her studio is located upstairs in an old school. It's all been re-furbished, so it is very nice. Still a few of the old traits -- old steam radiators heat the place, and the floors are wooden. There is NO way to sneak in quietly to a yoga class on old wooden floors - every step, creak - creak - creak. Oh well, I was late, I deserved to 'creak' my way in. Luckily, the welcoming kula didn't appear to mind.
And, fortunately, she had started with some pranayama, which I was able to experience a bit of. So, I was able to participate in the chant -- lucky me! Good class and just what I needed.
Then to CostCo to stock my parents up on paper and non-perishable foods.
So - today: Not sure; keeping it simple. Home tomorrow (word from the housesitter: all is well, dogs enjoying long walks with them).
Enjoy your Sunday,
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Happy Wonderful Birthday (heck, why not make it a month) to a truly inspiring yoginni. You deserve the best there is. I wish you safe travels home.
Thank you for sharing your birthday countdown journey.
Many hugs,
Bonnie in Montana
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