This time last year doesn’t seem so long ago.
We were deep in the winter of mid-February, and I was wearing everything possible: my jacket and scarf, my ear wraps and gloves, my leg warmers and tall winter boots. I had arrived with my suitcase in tow at my daughter’s work show to help her manage some overflow.
We worked all day and into the early evening, and then we made our way to meet her other half and my son for dinner.
Read MoreI’ve had so much energy these days that I don’t know what to do with myself.
And so I’m doing what I know to do when I don’t know what to do. I’m practicing lots of yoga.
Each night I’m on my mat, trying to expend the energy that I’ve captured in my body. It’s not that I’m not happy to have it; it’s just that it needs someplace to go. Who knows how it got there, but I think it happens while I’m sleeping. I seem to wake up with it, sometimes even in the middle of the night!
Read MoreBaby if you hold me, then all of this will go away.” ~ Budapest, George Ezra
I looked at my social media the other day and scrolled through more slogans than I could count. My feeds were overflowing with advice on everything from how to be happy to how to find love to how to be loved.
I even walked through Brooklyn on my visit last week and stepped on some sidewalk art that told me to protect my heart.
It seems in every direction, people are looking for the right direction.
Some of us are lucky enough to give up the search. I think Jeff was one of these lucky ones. I think by the time he met Alexandra, this young man had already grown into himself, and I think in her he found what he was searching for.
Read MoreAnne flies with instructor Jonathan Ewing (pants by www.vivashaktiyoga.com)
Fly by night, away from here. Change my life again. ~ Fly By Night, Rush
When I was little, my father used to fly me around on his feet.
He'd lay on his back and put his feet on my stomach and lift me into the air like Superman.
Other times, he’d lay on the floor and put up his knees. I’d climb on top and perch there, placing my feet in his hands, driving an imaginary car while I pressed into his palms with my right foot on the gas and my left one on the brakes.
Of course when my children were little I’d do this with them, too, only we’d drive on top of the bed to accommodate the wild turns. In addition to their imaginary stops for donuts, they’d steer recklessly from atop my knees, flying overboard in all directions for wild and crazy landings softened by the mattress.
And now, after all these years, I am flying again! There is something called Acro yoga, and it’s just the flying game all over again for grownups.
Read MoreAnne Samit is an author and a yogi, moving every day and writing it all down along the way.
