
Talking Trash about Trash
Instagram disturbs me. That is, when it is not amazing me. My mind has been blown again and again by the most creative works of art on the planet.

Instagram disturbs me. That is, when it is not amazing me. My mind has been blown again and again by the most creative works of art on the planet.
“I had a near death experience in yoga today.” This was the text I sent my daughter after my first experience in the Heated Flow Yoga class at my new gym.
I’ve awakened the desire to go hiking and spend more time exploring the trails. My husband downloaded a hiking app and we chose our 5 mile hike.
Summers are my happy time being a warm weather creature. The comfort of warmer weather, longer days, and slower pace are soothing to my soul.
Sunday was a brilliant day as I found myself immersed in “Light Bathing.” This wasn’t my plan nor did that term pop into my mind until I was deeply in.
I grew up with generous giving. Not that it was discussed. More like witnessing some folks modeling “how to” give of their time, money, and talent.
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