Last week, amidst the gorgeous changing of New Mexico weather, I joined together with a group of 16 other beautiful beings, camping out in the wild & mysterious Chaco Canyon for six nights – all of us bringing our unique personalities, varied physical abilities, diverse wants and special needs.
“Things are a bit stagnant—hubs, home, biz, life,” Lauren vulnerably wrote to me just prior to our first coaching session.
My heart grieved this morning and tears flowed.
I received a text from a dear friend, and Next Generation Yoga grad, with an update on her family in New Orleans. Her parents were sheltering upstairs at their neighbors during the storm and her mom tragically passed. Her father, thankfully, survived.
I am busy – in the middle of an important phone call and simultaneously making dinner – when suddenly I am distracted by the sound of noisy birds outside my open door. I see House Finch low to the ground underneath Pinon Tree – flapping their wings and doing something unfamiliar to me.