Many years ago, my sister had a date with an interesting character. He was a nice enough guy, “very Jersey-Guido” with gold chains and a big-toothed smile. As Janice told him about her cool and interesting life as an entrepreneurial graphic designer living in Boulder, etc., Guido Guy blurted out, “Who’s better than you?” with his New Jersey, Italian twang.
Many of you know that in August my only son went off to college. Ralph and I took the opportunity to spread our own wings and ventured off to Greece. Our only real plan was a week long sailing trip around the magical Greek islands. Besides that, we didn't have a clue where our adventure would lead, nor did we have plane tickets home.
The most interesting conversations often take place moments before a yoga class starts. Everyone is hanging out, enjoying lying over a bolster, tossing their legs up a wall, looping their feet in a strap - and they're so very happy they were able to duck out of their day long enough to get to yoga.
If you don't do yoga, that whole description may sound weird, but read on - this applies to you too.
Sometimes when it’s still snowing in May, or I have to drive 5 hours to get to a major airport, or there are so many tourists I can’t get close to a restaurant, I complain, silently or aloud, about living in this small mountain town called Crested Butte.
Then there are the days when small town living lifts my spirits in a big way. Today was one of those days.
This weekend was a luxurious blend of juicy yoga with one of my favorite visiting teachers, Gary Reitze, and over-the-top, nothing short of spectacular leaf gawking.
What I love most about Gary and his lovely wife, Donita’s teaching is their sheer bring it back to basics teaching style. There’s no fluff. Just honest-to-goodness-get-into-your-body-where-the-truth-is alignment that wakes up my entire being.