Peekskill

Last year I spent a month commuting back and forth from Peekskill to Brooklyn.

My former best friend Kevin had rented an adorable house on Lake Peekskill for a short time and I reaped the benefits of a pre-summer lake house.

This morning I was listening to Amos Lee's "supply and demand" which is the song we played every morning while making coffee, breakfast, straightening up from the night before, while we made our plans for the day...

Thinking about that brief time in Peekskill it was almost the perfect moment in time. Granted all outside elements were extremely messed up, Kev had career, women and personal issues happening, I had lost my job and was living on unemployment. But we had each other, we were really good friends, sobriety, the house, the lake, lots of good meals, trips to the Buddhist monastery, Fred was alive, evenings brought out heated board games, making music and deep conversations that would last hours.  Fear of raccoons attacking was our primary evening worry.

As I listen to Amos Lee today with the sun shining it reminds me of that month in Peekskill, before everything changed, I'm grateful for that moment in time even the rough spots.

 Yup, just like The Facts Of Life

Take A Breath In

Tonight I'll attempt to teach my 2nd yoga class.  It's a tandem again.  The goal of this week is to try to complete a class by myself.  I'm not quite sure that is going to happen.

Last night I dreamt of yoga poses again.  Speaking the dialogue I have learned these past 10 weeks.  Quite frankly as much as I love yoga, I would really like to not dream about it at the moment.

When I started on this journey I had a bunch of ideas of what would happen when I came to the end of the course.  The ideas have really changed and have spawned many questions.  

As I've said before I know I want to learn more and I plan on attending certification class for kids yoga and continue to work with seniors.

But the bigger question is "do I want to do this in New York?"  I love New York but after 14 years here I miss my family and for me as I've grown older it's about spending time with the people you love.

My friend Christine and I are looking at apartments about two train stops away to rent.  She's very cool and has a solid spiritual background that leads us to have discussions about things more meaningful for us than what is on tv or in The Post.  But there is a part of me that would like to head back to the midwest where I began my life and spend some time with my father. 

My father owns his own business and I would love to see him start to relax a bit as he is getting older (not too old he's only going to be 66 this year).  He has worked hard his whole life and I believe he deserves to have more time to enjoy things he loves including being a Grandfather to my sister's child. 

Going home would allow me to help him so that he could have more time.  It would allow me to practice my yoga at a different speed and spend time with my Dad.

It's something I've been thinking about for a while.  I just haven't made the commitment.

Maybe be writing this down something will move for me and I'll be able to have some understanding of where my next steps take me.

For now I'll enjoy this weather and teach my 2nd yoga class.

Shanon