St.Louis MO November 20th, 2012 Restorative/post travel practice this morning to recalibrate my body after a long day of travel. I worked diligently on the endless droves of workey-work assigments I currently have. Told the world I am taking off tomorrow (which means I will still work, but not necessarily answer emails or phone calls-- shhh don't tell). Made chicken stock from scratch in preparation for full fledged cooking tomorrow/Thursday. I also got a great massage at Morgan Ford Massage Therapy (highly recommended)! Now to find a couple of plane tickets (some people have utility bills, I buy tickets to travel).
Portland to St.Louis MO November 19th, 2012
Planes & airports. Woke at 4:15am, as arduous as that might sound, I decided since I was traveling east, I would experience this early hour as if I had already arrived and thus will not have to deal with jet lag. I think I tricked myself rather well. Would have posted yesterday’s post yesterday, but couldn’t figure out how to log into my blog… I would love to roll out my mat for an hour or two—but I have to check in on work. Ill listen to some inspiring vibes…
Pretty Lights | An Empty Station
Bonobo | Eyesdown
Pretty Lights | Understand Me Now, Stay
Ratatat | Grape Juice City, Sunblocks
Emancipator | Safe in the Steep Cliffs
Bon Iver | Blood Bank
Subterranean Sanctuary | Desert Dwellers
Day #2 I enjoyed yoga in bed (I am getting flexible in a multitude of ways)
Bend to Portland, OR Nov. 18th, 2012
I am on the road for the next twenty-two days.I happily woke up to shower and blow dry my hair (zero degrees means my hair must be dried) at 5:45am. Watched a deer family cross the highway under windblown pines trees. I took a shuttle bus from the high winter desert through the snow covered mountains of Mt.Hood and felt like I traveled in time into the late wet fall of Portland. I spent the day with the dearest of friends catching up and delighting in our shared company as we ran errands together. I love the sensitivity of the foodies in Portland—gluten free pub menu to die for whilst I felt like the country mouse visiting the “big city”—shopping, walking, enjoying coffee. I plan to practice and write everyday. Let’s see what kind of yoga I find along the way.
Day #1: Opted out of a basketball game in favor of spending time solo. Yoga practice on the road: “Reconnect to your back body & open your heart” with Elena Brower via YogaGlo.com