Just before the snow, on a walk with my mother we spotted these milkweed pods, busting loose…All those seeds, ready to be borne on the wind, ready to be born as new green and flowering plants just a few months hence. The brown seeds still inside the pod look to me like the puffed feathers on the breast of a bird, singing its heart out. All omens of Spring, that reliably will land on the other side of Winter which is so suddenly manifest in blue skies, white ground, red sunset, right this moment.

I hope you are well and thriving this month of November. I received a note from my family doctor’s clinic this week, recommending all patients resume wearing masks in public settings as the cold and flu season goes raging along. For those of you who have not joined my studio classes recently, please know that masks are welcome, and optional. The studio is well ventilated and my classes are small enough that we have room to spread out. And, for those who prefer to practice at home, Saturday’s Restorative / Inspiration Reset class is still offered on Zoom.

In addition to my regular Thursday and Saturday classes, this week there is one extra class on the schedule: Ropewall at Mosaic, Sunday, November 20, noon to 1pm. This one will be a little more vigorous than my Gentle Ropewall offered on Thursday, but still adaptable and accessible for most!

{This blog post title reminds me of the sandwich board outside Anansi Publishing House that I walk by on my way to the studio. It has been declaring for several weeks “ASK US ABOUT OUR BOOBIES!” This link is rated G, don’t worry.}

Milkweed Birdbreast

Turning Corners

For the Time Being