We are taught to forget the past, let go of the past,

Currently I disagree with that thinking. I was a fan of it before.

No doubt you have been told or have experienced that we are all born with at least one gift to the world. One talent or skill that rises to the top and makes the world a better place. Many have been blessed with several. (Overachievers. LOL!)

I was having a long conversation with a friend the other day and I could tell she was agitated. As we talked, I was allowing space for her to bring up whatever was bothering her.

Oh, don’t we just love this word, boundaries. Does it make you feel protected, powerful, in control? Or does it weird you out that someone would have and exercise their boundaries towards you?

Does the sight of this fella make you think of hot summer evenings? Do you get weirded out by his bulging red eyes?

The stress of this weekend’s storm is beginning to take a toll on my yoga heart and gentle nature.

“Are you listening to me? Why don’t you listen to me? Would you just listen to me?” Ugh. How many times have I heard this? How many times have I said this? What is it with listening that seems to mess everything up? Maybe it’s because we usually dont.

I was reading another yoga instructor’s blog (I do a lot of that), then I was listening to a podcast about yoga (I do a lot of that, too), then I was watching a YouTube video…. Get the picture?

For at least a year my husband, Terry, had been saying he needed to go to the eye doctor. He would mention it, to which I would reply, “Okie dokie, go make the appointment.” But he wouldn’t.

The chaos in my house is a little overwhelming today. There’s dirt on the floor, a desk drawer is open to remind me to do something, I’m still in my comfy clothes, my coffee is cold.

If you are on my Instagram page, you may have noticed most every post for BunnyDog Yoga centers around the theme, What does a Yogi do….???

I write little snippets to myself all through the week. Something will come to mind, and I’ll think, “Oh, this would be a good blog post.”

I was at a meeting for one of the ministries at our church last night and there was mention of having a homecoming sometime this summer.

Oh, the joy! I finally have time in my schedule to write a regular blog for the website. I can not tell you how refreshing this feels.

I am grateful for the bounty of our garden, but these last few weeks have really tested my dedication to the craft of growing vegetables.