My friend Odessa and I met up for tea/coffee in Japantown yesterday and then drove to Land’s End to watch the last sunset of 2015.
I chose to ring in the New Year with a late-night yoga class. Notes: dark studio, the streetlights outside + battery-powered “candles” for light. I hadn’t been to yoga in about two years. The instructor murmured, “And happy new year…” at the end of the set of instructions she happened to be giving at midnight.
My sad tired mantra these last few weeks has been “What would winter be without struggle?” but part of the opening quotation for the class was: “Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.”