Picking up Sticks
I've been spending some time with a friend, Toni. Toni is 74 years old. I first met Toni several years ago when she did a story on me (teaching yoga) for the local paper. Since then, our paths have crossed several times throughout the years. Most recently, she was a student in my Friday afternoon senior yoga classes. After I stopped teaching that class, we kept in touch. Toni has led a very interesting life - a life that hasn't always been the easiest for her. I think, if truth be told, none of us have had the easiest of lives. Of course, perspective enters in to that as well. What may be difficult for some, may be considered as a cake walk for others. Last Saturday I picked Toni up and we attended the Kite Festival. It was a perfect day for it as the ND wind was blowing at hurricane levels. We sat in the car mostly and watched the stunning kites dance in the wind. I'm always fascinated by the movement - so mesmer...