
Stopping to admire fallen trumpet vine blossoms on the way home from morning yoga.
Hanging on to old habits is comforting when moving to a new place. For example, one of the first things Paul and I did after moving to Portland — before we’d even bought our house — was find and join a local gym and pool. I’ve been swimming three times a week for the past eight or so years and my mind and body have become addicted to those regular workouts.
But moving to a new place is also an opportunity to try new things and to push oneself in new directions. For the past couple of months, I have been going to a 7:30 am “Morning Flow” class at the yoga studio down the street. Unlike swimming, this is weight-bearing exercise that is good for aging bones, and I’ve notice some increased flexibility as well.
I enjoy the class itself, but on some days the best part is the calm, dream-like, 7-minute walk between the studio and my house.
This post made me smile. We seem to have gone to a similar place this morning as August begins. To the comfort of something familiar when dealing with so much that is brand new.
Lovely.
xo
I like the image a lot-a metaphorical composition.
Swimming and yoga: two of my favorite activities too. What pool do you go to? I hope that your house is cooler than ours during this extraordinary heat wave. Amitiés from your long-lost, just-about-ready-to-reemerge friend!
Sounds great. I take tai chi and something called Essentrics for stretching all your muscles.
Happy trails…sounds like a perfect morning walk.