Tomorrow. I am offering a FREE 60 min class from 2-3p CST for anybody who might need to slow down, take deep breaths, and move their bodies.

The hubs and I are on a little road trip. I grew up on road trips. Without a map, my mother never gets lost and she never turns around. She taught me the value of the journey.

I have dreams that I am losing all my teeth. Deep in the cavern of sleep, I slide my tongue all around my mouth checking for the loose ones.

I was in Whole Foods and was positive I spotted my friend Amy at the other check out. So I am waving my hand and yelling "Hey Amy" to this woman who is just looking to me and not reacting. Of course I can only see her eyes and not her face. I walk closer and realize it is not Amy. She had the same hair and height, I swore it was her. With masks on it is hard to tell.

I sat at the beach on Thursday on a blanket reading my book. For the first hour the sun beat down on my shoulders and I was hot. My right shoulder itches when I get too much sun. Then the breeze picked up, wind actually, and that was it. Summer was gone. By the end of the next hour, I was chilly biking home. Bye summer 2020. I felt the shift.

For as long as I can remember, I have had an inherent sense of balance. Not in the stand on one foot kind of way, but focusing more on the balance of energies. I remember as a little kid coming home from school after a rough day. I would come back to find out that we were going to have my favorite meal for dinner or Highlight magazine came in the mail. Conversely, if I had an amazing day at school, I would expect to walk in the door and find my dad telling me to empty the dishwasher and pot roast for dinner.

We are packing my son up for college. Despite all his classes being online, he is shipping out. The departure is not as raw as this is his third year, but there is still a sense of holding on. We are all facing resistance to the inevitabilities and this fall is filled with many more questions that no one can answer. Whether or not you are holding on to a child, holding on to a relationship, holding on to a career, or holding on to summer...sometimes it is just difficult to let go.

In early June I watched with excitement as a female Cardinal chose the bush right next to our front door to make her nest. We lock eyes with one another as I carefully get the mail. I try not to let the metal lid slam down to disturb her along with her babies she is protecting inside the nest she built. Sometimes she sits on the fence and chirps away at me to hurry up.

You know what stinks? When your dog gets sprayed by a skunk in your own fenced in yard at 6 am on Thursday morning as you are about to get into the shower.