Yoga may not be for me. I see its value for other people and I applaud their persistence and skill. But certain aspects of yoga drive me a little nuts. The names of positions are interesting. Downward Facing Dog, Child’s Pose, Warrior 2, etc. I don’t know them, of course, so when the teacher says … [Read more…]
Sunday’s sermon was “Running to the Empty Tomb” and included some great pictures of Peter and John running after they heard the news. John ran ahead and got there first, but he didn’t go in. Peter got there after him, but he went right in. Neither was wrong or right in their actions—just different. I … [Read more…]
As a child, I always admired my mother’s feet. They were thin and elegant and rarely without stockings. I felt sorry for people with short, stubby feet. I’ve had some issues, however, in inheriting her long, narrow feet since I have trouble finding shoes in my size 10AAAA. Amazingly, they do exist, for a price. … [Read more…]
