Friday is upon me. I had big plans to participate in a yoga manifestation workshop of Jen Pastiloff’s at Shefayoga tomorrow. Unfortunately, between walking about Portland last weekend, and my escapades dancing at Karaokegrass, my ankle injury from 6 weeks ago has flared. To boot I can’t bend my knee at the moment, damn bone on bone. This would make even child pose impossible. Therefore I have Big plans to spend my weekend in corpse pose with ice packs.
I have been waiting for two months to attend and looking forward to it. Now it simply isn’t possible. The class has been booked solid for quite some time so I called them to make sure someone on the waiting list could get my spot. I will have to find another date in the future.
I am trying to make a concerted effort to get back to blogging- perhaps not every day, but thrice weekly. I have a design project, full figured croquis, I was recently hired to do that I want to share. And I hope to get back to my Friday Fictioneer writing and a few other lost projects.
I am ponder participation in RAW in June. I’ll let you know if I decide to attend.
Consider that your weekend reading list. Till next week.
Blast from This Blogs Past
- 2012: Cancer Sucks
- 2013: Photo Pair ~ Contoured
- 2013: The Soundtrack of My Life
- 2014: Weekend ~ 4/25/14 ~Harmonies for Dessert, Nashville Style
A video a friend shared today. Let’s just say it fit the mood and conversations going on in our lives at the moment. I find the F-bomb very releasing. They say it releases Oxytocin and I know I could sure use some atm.