I went to Seattle this weekend (okay, I went to Kirkland but people have heard of Seattle). It was a super fun trip but WAY too short. I was there from Friday morning and left Sunday at 3 p.m. I will refrain from bitching about the damn points taken off at school even if you have a perfectly justified reason to miss a couple of days. I would like to rant about it…..
I got a few shots in at Albuquerque airport before leaving that I’m amused with
It was flippin’ awesome to see my son and lots of my friends. My boy – who is officially 18 as of today – was able to see me every day and we had great food and a lovely walk around downtown Bellevue on a most pleasant day. I got to check out the new Ashram which is quite different that the Kirkland studio, but quite beautiful. I didn’t take any pictures inside the studio as there was a flurry of activity, but here are some pictures of the way into the building
Being in Kirkland was awesome. Driving around feels so natural, I saw so many sights that warmed my heart. But there is a little bit of a feeling of being an outsider there now. Maybe it was because I was driving a crappy rental car and not my beloved Scarlett the Prius. I loved getting to practice one day at my old Kirkland Ashram. It was an awesome Yang class and I’m proud to say that I didn’t cry during class too much. I did have a moment – and Davin the awesome instructor sensed it and his kind words stopped it from becoming a tearfest. He is a wonderful instructor whom I’m grateful to know. But boy! did he kick my butt. I definitely need to do some weight training and a whole lot more of Yang. 🙂
So here I am, back in ABQ. I slept like CRAP so I am pretty tired. I teach early morning class this morning which I’m excited about nonetheless. So I’m enjoying a little coffee and unpacking my bag before I head to the lovely Vivify studio. It will be great to see my friends. There are so many wonderful people here in NM that ease my NM transition.
Oh….. And today at school we have a field trip to a cadaver lab. I’m unsure of how I’ll feel. I have seen dead bodies before – like my father’s at his funeral when I was 12. So maybe seeing some anonymous body won’t be too upsetting. We shall see.