looking at what is… seeing what could be. Welcome to my "Market Place" Sherry Cantrick…forever space cowgirl
…it seems that sadness follows right now. We are at North tonight, and the Canadian fire smoke has blanketed the sun and the northern lights… when will the world begin to believe that climate change is here and we are responsible. Leelanau…USA
Looking at my yoga matt…
I had every intention of doing my routine this morning. It was when I smelled fresh brewed coffee, and decided to enjoy a cup on the veranda before acting on my plan, that everything fell apart. I now feel personal disappointment, as I continue to sit, sipping my second cup, here on my back porch. I wonder how I am going to act on this quanumdrum as my day moves forward. What emotion will take over. Will I?… Won’t I?
… how it makes me feel.
Procrastination… to delay or postpone.
My Routine:
cat/cow
downward dog
warrior (both sides)
triangle (both sides)
plank
child
pigeon (both sides)
garland squat
cobra
seated twist (both sides)
Only one small moment in time … cherish its silent song. Bayfield NA
… May I introduce you to my sweet pea. It comes alive this time of year… its pink and white maze of intertwined magic. My garden sits on top of a bluff where Lake Huron sits behind and the sunsets fall from the skies above. My plants are probably as old as I. They can reach 4′ high, extending their green curled tentacles upward in an attempt to touch the sky. I sit in awe… melting into their beauty… imagining if I were a part of their web. (click photo to enlarge) Bayfield… Great Lakes Region NA (07.09.23)
Still humbled as I feel the sun breathe over my body. It is 100 degrees today.. We spent last evening with many faces we have not seen since precovid. My hugs to those I love did not seem long enough. Covid changed me. My introvertiveness has softened. Palm Springs CA
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"walk with Me"... 