Last week we visited the home of a friend whose neighborhood had suffered the wrath of Hurricane Michael’s Category 4 winds. A towering tree near a rear corner of his house had toppled, causing its giant root ball to push up through the floor inside and take up permanent residency in a back room. The scene inside was surreal, particularly because from the outside, the home looked unscathed. Right now, we feel a bit like that house: okay on the outside, but topsy-turvy on the inside.
Fall brings gradual change to our area. As the smoldering heat and humidity give way to cooler, dryer air, locals are enticed outdoors again.
It’s more than just an exercise for me; it’s a way to open up the constrictions of my body and my mind at the same time. I appreciate that yoga is not always about rules or organized movement, but more about a freedom of movement that honors my body’s needs at that moment.
The beauty of living here, besides the sugar-white beaches and welcoming waters, is knowing that spring will always arrive early. It’s a gradual reawakening that announces itself in a certain angle of the sunlight, or a subtle breeze on the skin...