No trip to Philly is complete without a visit with my peeps, and when that visit expands from what you think will be a short but nice afternoon of knitting into pretty much the entire day knitting, laughing, and drinking, well, it’s been a good weekend.
Last weekend in Philly, I had a chance to hang out with an old friend and his kiddos at the pool on a pool playdate. Oh, summers as a kid. Fun!
There was a Yoga Journal a few years ago with this phrase as the big grabber headline on the cover. I used to laugh at it–there’s something so melodramatic about it. The article was about the upwelling of emotions that can happen while doing yoga–the idea being that sometimes you release a muscle or an area of your body and you tap into bottled up emotions, which come out during class, sometimes without a clear reason.
Well, this weekend I knew the reasons. I was both happy and sad, and I had my share of both laughter and tears on the mat.
I’d meant to post on Friday, with this post as my Eye Candy. But life ran away from me, and I haven’t had a chance to sit or think or even really breathe since Thursday. Here’s why.
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