It’s been a long time, Hello Cozy. Too long. Since last I wrote, it has been an amazing journey full of joy, bliss, confidence; doubt, fear, and fatigue. But mostly, joy.
Someone asked me what it was that instigated a change in my path; in my life — what was it that lead me to take a step onto the path of yoga; the turn toward inner inquiry and sharing my bliss.
My answer: “I met myself, and things changed.”
I don’t even know where to begin. So for now, let me dip my pinky toe into the water by saying hello and carrying on with a few photos from months past.
Chard’n in the Garden.
Fresh ink (yes, it’s true).
Venice beach chick, for awhile.
My favorite fuzz.
Vegan jackfruit tacos from Plant Food for People. So good!
Hydration in fuzzy form.
Poppy fields forever.
Sunset and wellness.
Journaling at Cafe Gratitude.
I grew up near Dorena Lake in the quaint town of Cottage Grove, Oregon. I have very fond childhood memories of dipping into the cool water in my favorite pink swimsuit adorned with black ruffles. I remember being very, very afraid of the underwater plants when I ventured too far from my self-defined ‘plant free safe zone’. As a teenager, I remember jumping off the bridge with my good friend Awbrey, trying to look cool around the cute boys. In high school there were many slippery attempts at wakeboarding and feeling rather self conscious in my swimsuit (no longer pink with black ruffles). After college, the lake provided a quiet place to have introspective walks and grounding talks.
In recent years the lake has become a place of solace. A place of calm and peace. A place to meditate and let myself be. A place ripe with reflection and introspection: where I’ve been; where I am; and where the open road softly calls.
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” – T. S. Eliot
This is my cat Grey. We have a symbiotic relationship based on snoozin’ and treats. She’s pretty awesome.