I thought you were announcing your retirement from writing and I was very very worried. Phew! Oh and I'm still thinking about what to have at my covid yard sale. I have all sorts of things around the house that I never got to (books, puzzles, etc) but I'm not sure which ones are from covid.
No, I've been scared of meditation retreats... soo meditative, don't I do that in my own skewed way daily? I'll just find out how un-whatever I am. And now I know why.
Writer (God it feels good to say that without wincing--you're one, too, Anna, as well as retired. You can swim in my pond if you'll let me swim in yours. I have actual ducks sometimes--so charming)
It was a yoga/meditation hybrid (down the street from where I was living) and no chairs...butts on floors. (There was also the all-chick trip a boss of mine gifted me where I knew no one. We went to Moab. There was yoga, release ceremony, a death-defying scale of a rock wall at The Arches, a sweat lodge, biking the Hurrah Pass, and a hike along the Colorado River we all barely survived, camels and deep conversations from gifted box wine after we drank our purchased supplies...and I told our leader she didn't get enough. I'm sure that trip was a mediation on something.)
Aspiring happiness facilitator (I really, really, really don't like the word "coach"...but it's been challenging trying to find a replacement, and I don't think that F word is it).
At least you got to Riverside Drive!
I thought you were announcing your retirement from writing and I was very very worried. Phew! Oh and I'm still thinking about what to have at my covid yard sale. I have all sorts of things around the house that I never got to (books, puzzles, etc) but I'm not sure which ones are from covid.
Arizona. No, but I'd LURVE to go to one.
Whitney
Englewood
No, I've been scared of meditation retreats... soo meditative, don't I do that in my own skewed way daily? I'll just find out how un-whatever I am. And now I know why.
Writer (God it feels good to say that without wincing--you're one, too, Anna, as well as retired. You can swim in my pond if you'll let me swim in yours. I have actual ducks sometimes--so charming)
Love,
Whit
West Los Angeles.
It was a yoga/meditation hybrid (down the street from where I was living) and no chairs...butts on floors. (There was also the all-chick trip a boss of mine gifted me where I knew no one. We went to Moab. There was yoga, release ceremony, a death-defying scale of a rock wall at The Arches, a sweat lodge, biking the Hurrah Pass, and a hike along the Colorado River we all barely survived, camels and deep conversations from gifted box wine after we drank our purchased supplies...and I told our leader she didn't get enough. I'm sure that trip was a mediation on something.)
Aspiring happiness facilitator (I really, really, really don't like the word "coach"...but it's been challenging trying to find a replacement, and I don't think that F word is it).
PS: I think you did win the retreat! xo
Canada. No. Same same. Unemployed. Retired? I think so. Sometimes I say semi-retired depending on how I’m feeling that day.
Anaheim. Nope.