For almost every day of the week I have a special ritual. Monday night is Chick Flick Night <see earlier posts>. Tuesdays, aaaahhhhh Tuesdays…. I truly love and do not know what I would do without my special Tuesday nights. Yoga at home with my other half, the cat and our very good friend/yoga teacher. (Yes, she makes house calls, it is called private instruction, thank you!) Since the roof and the chimney have finally been fixed we have taken to having a fire on yoga nights. Good friends together, honoring and nurturing our bodies and minds, stimulating conversation, ambiance…. I am so fortunate to be so spoiled.
- View from my yoga mat, we let our “guest” the teacher sit up front on the shaggy tan rug. That is where I like to lay on weekends when I read between loads of laundry. This past weekend we played scrabble in front of the fire, it was so cozy!