I spent 10 days in Colorado hiking, seeing old friends, and saying goodbye to my daughter who moved to Colorado Springs. The hubs and I tackled 2800 miles in our car 10 days. Whew.

Courage has many faces. The most visible form is the one found in the headlines and piped to us through the news. Remember when Captain Sullenberger safely landed a plane on the Hudson River?

In the New York Times magazine last Sunday, a short piece titled How to Feel Small caught my attention. It encapsulated what I felt hiking along the ocean in Mexico last month...AWE. Nature can provide powerful reminders that we are little people here on this giant planet.

I spent last week in Mexico co-facilitating a yoga retreat at Prana Del Mar. I do not speak Spanish and for as many times I have traveled to Mexico, there is no excuse that I have not learned much beyond “gracias” and “buenos dias”.

Some of the best moments of my life have been around a table in an Italian restaurant, both here and in Italy of course. Italian culture is famous for its passions, food being among them. Italian meals are filled with great food, locally sourced, and prepared with loving care.

I just returned home from Tampa/St. Pete in Florida where to go anywhere you have to cross a bridge or causeway. When we arrived in Tampa last Sunday it was during a torrential downpour. I could not make the windshield wipers of the rental car go any faster.

There is an App called Next Door that was designed to help people connect with the other people in their neighborhood. Folks post things like furniture for sale, a high schooler who will cut your lawn, or information on local government races, etc.

Tonight we spring forward. We arbitrarily get to make the time something different then what it was today. Daylight savings time began so we can enjoy the extra sunshine during the warmer months.

As a brand-new yoga teacher years ago, I was teaching my VERY first class at a health club with 50+ people in the room. As I was circling the room and teaching, I was distracted by these two women who were having a conversation at the back of the studio.

About a month ago I stopped at a little boutique in Andersonville on my way downtown. I was trying to go the thrift store next door, but it was closed. I have not stopped into a little shop to just peak around in so long and was kind of delighted by how beautiful everything in this little store was curated.