Little things
Took things slow this weekend, stopped to smell the roses, and photograph the trapped and deflating balloons. Lots of early morning power yoga, relaxed friend time and quiet evenings at home with good food, music and my favorite companion.
I’ve been thinking a lot about a solitary vacation this year, something about it really intrigues me. When my yoga instructor mentioned a yoga and cooking retreat in Italy this May, my ears definitely perked up despite being drenched in sweat, holding bridge. Also on the solo radar would be the Squam Art Workshop in June, just a couple of hours away in New Hampshire. Both seem incredibly relaxing and potentially inspiring.
It’s been too warm for snow this week, but I am secretly hoping for a big snow storm so I can go out and practice my new cross country skiing skillz.
