On gratitude, yoga, and chilled wine

Today has been a lovely, though not particularly relaxing day, and so I've broken out the rosé (and ice water) and stacked up my summer reading. I can't quite decide if I'm going to start on the fiction about violent race and gender discrimination or the non-fiction about how humans are killing the planet. Ah, reality.

It only just occurred to me that my summer reading list this year is not very upbeat. I'm OK with that. As things are, I think we owe it to ourselves and our children to know just how fast we are flushing this earth down the drain, and what we can do to stop it. 

It only just occurred to me that my summer reading list this year is not very upbeat. I'm OK with that. As things are, I think we owe it to ourselves and our children to know just how fast we are flushing this earth down the drain, and what we can do to stop it. 

I just finished an 8-day meditation/yoga challenge, and I have been trying to continue doing at the very least a bit of both every day since. So far so good. As a result, I have been noticing the feelings that are left-over when everything else quiets down. For me, it is generally an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. Sometimes there is sadness too. I suppose no one makes it past 40 without a certain amount of loss, and sometimes it feels quite present. But mostly, it is gratitude. That, in itself, is something to be thankful for. 

Yoga, peoples. I won't say it has made me mellow, but it has made me see the distinct possibility of mellowness, sometime, somewhere, somehow. 

Yoga, peoples. I won't say it has made me mellow, but it has made me see the distinct possibility of mellowness, sometime, somewhere, somehow. 

Today I am particularly thankful for friends and family. My mother and daughter called from Denmark and we talked for a good long while about beach-time, movies, sewing, and embarrassing mothers (there were two on the call). An out-of-town friend I have known for almost 20 years took time out of her whirlwind NYC visit to drop by with the fam, just enough time to get a group-hug with the kids. And as I write, a couple of recent friends are trekking across the boroughs to hang out and help me finish the bottle of rosé. 

So I think I'm off. Don't forget you can sign up to receive these ramblings about NYC, nature, and life directly to your inbox. 

My mother and daughter called today from my mom's place on Samsø in Denmark. I was instantly transported to her amazing garden, which provided constant inspiration for Kær.

My mother and daughter called today from my mom's place on Samsø in Denmark. I was instantly transported to her amazing garden, which provided constant inspiration for Kær.