On the Way Home From William Penn House for Tuesday Night Yoga Practice
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Night Blooming Cereus
A gift from a friend–from a cutting from a cutting from my friend’s mother’s garden. It almost always blooms around this date.
Statues Around Town
I was feeling a bit melancholy at work this morning, so I went across the street at lunchtime and soaked up some beauty.
I am indeed blessed (by a combination of conscious choice and effort and good fortune) that I am able to take a lunch break on many days and that there are multiple opportunities to connect to beauty steps from work and home.
State of the Garden (and a Sign)
Long time neighbors and participants in the rose garden yoga posse, who have now retired and are moving to be nearer children and grandchildren, gave me their yard sign.
I will miss them for practice and around the neighborhood. I like, if they must go, that I will think of them fondly every time I come home to this exhortation and its call to practice.
