Montana is a beautiful state of mountains and rivers. Big Sky Country did not disappoint. We visited the Missoula/Lolo area. The Bitterroot River ran right behind the house of the friends we stayed with and made a beautiful scene for morning yoga. We took several day trips. We visited the small town of Anaconda, which …
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The hills are alive…
If the national parks I visited were a beauty pageant, Glacier would get the crown. Glacier National Park was breathtaking with alpine mountains, grassy meadows, glassy lakes, singing streams, cascading waterfalls and beaches covered with colorful rocks. The air was refreshing. If it was possible to capture a photo of it the way it looks …
Not so “Bad”…
The air was fresh and the sun beat down on an early September day at the Badlands National Park. They were named for the rugged conditions, extreme temperatures and lack of water. They were called “les mauvais terres pour traverse” by French trappers in the 1900’s literally meaning “bad lands to travel through.” Despite the …
Waterfall
Trickling tumbling, rolling, splashing. Each drop of water falls on the wings of gravity through the path of least resistance flowing into a collective stream to parts unknown. #waterfall
Fresh
Walked out of hot yoga to the fresh scent of the gentle rain dancing on my skin.
Don’t Worry, Beach Happy…
If you’re looking for the compromise between a deserted beach and retail tourist attractions on the Florida Gulf Coast, try Madeira Beach. We stayed at Madeira Bay Resort, which just across the road, with a sunrise view of Madeira Bay. The condo was clean and seemed recently remodeled. The less than five minute walk to …
Who ever said principals were boring?
I met a kindred spirit at Anamaya. She was a lovely lady with a quick smile and a patient voice, who quickly became an inspiration to all in our group. We sat together at dinner one night and through conversation discovered that we were both retired principals. E had been retired for several years and …
Heart Prints and Wings…
It was my first trip out of the USA and I was traveling solo. There were many firsts on the trip… Costa Rica… the smallest airplane I’d ever been on… living in the Casita with three ladies I had never met… and more. I should have referred to “the three ladies I’ve never met” as …
Storm Before the Calm
The occasional voice of thunder was deep and faint. The scent of rain was on the breeze as it gently accelerated and alternately slowed. The gray clouds tumbled into a roll and marched closer to the yoga deck from which I observed. Because of the vastness of the ocean and sky, storms could be seen …
Beautiful Voices
Every yoga practice has been beautiful in its own way. Thursday was about opening the throat chakra. Breathing in the ocean air and gazing across the turquoise and azure waves is the ultimate blue experience. Communication originates here, listening and speaking. The reflective properties of water, particularly when still, mimic listening and water in motion …
Beautiful
I arrived at Anamaya Resort yesterday and I have never heard, uttered or thought the word “beautiful” more in my life than in my time here. While the surroundings are visibly beautiful, so are the people, the experience, the food… basically, everything. It’s the rainy season here and thunder has rumbled in the distance on …
Honu
One hour of Yin, or deep stretch yoga at Kom Hot Yoga can transport me to the beach, which is my ultimate happy place. Today I felt like creating Turtle Pose, which opens the hips and stretches the back. Honu is the Hawaiian name for the green sea turtle and envisioning him gracefully propelling through …
Goats and Yoga
I went to a small educational farm in Rogersville, Mo. that holds fun animal interactions including goat yoga and bunny meditation. Their tag line is accurate: where joy and zen meet. Goats and Yoga is a wonderful experience with simple yoga poses and goats frolicking about. They naturally want to jump on flat surfaces, so …
It’s Me!!!
Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?These are the questions that any writer must answer. These are the answers that the readers seek. So, for my first blog post, I’ll try. Who? Last week if you asked me who I was, within seconds I would have told you that I was principal of a nationally recognized …
Retired Girl in a Beautiful World 