Yoga Retreat 2: Press Reset

Steve and I have returned from our 1-week retreat to a Mexico beach. The hopes for the trip: to dose up on Vitamin D, rest up and maybe do a few cultural activities. Please recall (or read about it here) that I went on this same retreat one year ago, but didn’t bring along Steve. I had…

Surf Love: Troncones Lesson Number One

To the immense embarrassment of my brother and sister-in-law, with whom I share a lifelong love of and skill in downhill skiing, I learned how to snowboard, about ten years ago. It’s what you do when you’re a skier who grew up skiing in Washington State, Oregon and Idaho but who now lives in Minnesota….

Summer Camp in January: My First Yoga Retreat

You know that feeling, when you have a lunch date planned with a friend and you’re thoroughly excited about it? As in, you’re about to burst? You’re looking forward to the conversation, the attention, the upcoming re-forged connection, the laughter, the commiseration, the joking about the salad line, the sympathy for the experimental grain-free diet? Yeah,…

Back from the beach

It’s negative thirteen degrees here in Saint Paul! And (an ultra-positive) seventy one in Troncones, Mexico. I’m unwrapping my fingers from my mug of hot beverage just for a few moments to share two things: First, the above great words, which our yoga teacher Ted shared on day two or so of the terrific yoga…

Holidays, over.

Sorry, it’s been real quiet here on this blog, lately. A few holidays, a trip to the home state, some bigger changes at work, a trip to Mexico with the in-laws, and the passing of another calendar year have happened! I can offer these recommendations, as fruits of the above: Travel Tips After what feels…

Ocean, breathing: a Yucatán trip

It took almost a week to identify it, but I’ve nailed down the best part of our recent trip to Mexico’s Yucatán peninsula: swimming in the ocean (er, the sea. The Caribbean!). The warm water, the extra buoyancy that the salt water provides, and the strange, puny-feeling yet very connected-to-everything sensations while being carried up,…

Pelicans, Ría Lagartos and Borges

Returning from travel to a warm place with family over the holidays, I find this partial poem to be resonant. I hadn’t read much Borges before finding this in one of the books I read while on the trip, Eye of the Fish by Luis Francia. He who believes He’s left his home already has…