More photos of our Seed To Soul Retreat

we all knew how to move with springiness and resiliency when we were children...
When we know the truth, we know it in our bones.
The model of our structure is often in our bones, not so much in the soft tissues - muscles, tendons and ligaments.
Why don't we know it in our ligaments?"

(Inspired by floating bones.com)

Seed To Soul Yoga Retreat

Hello All.

Sarah and I just enjoyed our first retreat that we co-taught at the Sea to Sky Retreat Centre.
What a wonderful group and a peaceful setting. We look forward to sharing again like this November 23rd to 25th 2012.
Many Many thanks to all who made this possible.
Also, both hands together to Michiko and Ron at the Sea to Sky Retreat Centre who nourished us and provided the setting. To all the volunteer workers and Karma Yogis - soft smiles of gratitude and respect.

Enough.
These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.

This opening to life
we have refused
again and again.
Until now.
Until now.

david whyte

A Little Less Light

Body resting on the floor.
Almost half covered in the earth, like being partially buried in warm sand.
Eyes slowly open and see the prayer flags directly above, bathed in light.
The light coming through the window illuminates the back of the flags as the front of them stay semi-shaded.
Noticing that the light has bleached the back of the material, it looks weather worn and faded.
The part that gets more shade looks richer and the shades of red, yellow and blue really show up.

The back of the flags look like they have grown tired from too much light. They look like they are at the end of their life, exhausted from the shine.
The darkness and diffused light that the back of the squares have received has kept them well, they look closer to being alive.

Love
Lydia

Our marriage happened last weekend.
Here are some of the quiet moments.

Stepping into a circle of rocks carried to the cedar alcove by family and friends.
We slide out of our shoes to enter the sphere.

Bare feet, blades of grass intertwine underneath our soles/souls? like lightly closed eyelashes. The earth meets our feet, allowing our roots to grow 9 feet deep and incline towards each other.

Not even a breeze, gale force love. Long beams of light.

"I do"

I promise to see the mystery in you each day.

Close enough to smell each other. Feeling the warm smile of mothers and fathers wrapping a supportive cloak around our backs, that we can lean into.

Toaist Tadasana. Taking lessons from the trees. Feeling the shine of the unapologetic daisies. Learning how to stand together.

"Yoga is not standing on your head--Yoga is standing on your own two feet."

From this day forward, I want to live in the flow with you.

Lydia

Treasures Untold.

Lying in summer sunshine,
so far from my home.
I am beginning to feel like this whole life is a dream.

I can't remember what life was like before Finn.
and, I can only imagine what it will be like when he is gone.



Garden discovery walks.
Each morning we stroll through the green carpet,
waking from the oblivion of another sleepless night.
Reading Basho's simple journal on the porch
At this pace, I have time to watch the flowers grow.



To watch a baby,
is to look into the eyes of the earth -
to find moment after moment of perfection.
Life as it is,
in an imperfect world.



Perhaps this is reality?
raw emotion
and true love
in every breath.



Everyone has gone from the porch.
Only the two of us remain,
mother and son.
And, the wise sounds of the wind blowing through the trees.

You are still here,
like an oasis of love, awake for another day.
And, i think?
you will still be here even when you are gone.
For you are greater then time.



Looking inside,
it feels like the world is racing
and spinning all around me.
Often out of control.
So much has happened in the short time i have been gone.
Forever has passed.

Looking outside,
these eyes are gazing and open
flowers bloom,
slowly beside the lake, and then die.
So much has happened in the short time i have been here.
The world looks different everyday.



Every moment that i smile
and he smiles back at me,
there is an instant where the future doesn't exist.



Imprint your soft smile on my heart,
so that when i am quiet on the inside,
years from now
we can smile together at the trees.



I can feel him sharing with me from inside his cocoon.
'One day there will again be innocent joy'
without knowing why?
or how?
or what is going on?
Because, everyday Finn whispers secrets to me with his eyes.
and, I believe him.



thx endlessly to everyone for all the love and support.
lv sarah scotty finn and chinook

A Photo Essay

Amidst so many moments of sadness
there are jewels of joy
intense deep love, immediacy
eye contact -
and then stillness.



Red cardinals
painted with morning sunshine,
living in a lakeside fairytale.
Here we are for a while,
beside our families
dancing in and out of sadness
flowing in and out of bliss.
Maybe not all stories have happy endings?
Perhaps all stories have happy endings?



grey days
driving south through rain and smog
sitting between two boys,
a warm wind and a sleeping beauty.
Staring in the mirror,
connecting with the soft blue eyes of a papa.
In my heart we are a family,
lost in this wide open flat space.
Missing the cedars,
loving each other.



A few moments to myself,
staring at an inverted horizon across the lake.
Upside down on the dock,
new perspectives,
but the truth is still the same.



Living beside this lake for a while,
our simple life fits this place.
Endless open space for the warm wind to blow,
and calm waters shelter us from stormy minds:
as we paddle our canoe.



Hand creases.
Foot prints.
Molded forever in black paint
stored with birch bark
signed with the initials of a baby.
F.R.E.



The trilliums are gone,
another cycle goes round
another year of life and death on the forest floor.
The innocent beauty of death
stares at me through the eyes of the forest,
year after year.
Yet, nothing prepares us for the death of a child.



Old friends gather,
memories of half a lifetime.
I am amazed, yet again,
by the ability for one short life to inspire love,
to bring out the best in people.
Near and far.

Without a word,
without knowing,
barely two months from the womb,
this son of mine is teaching us how to live.



Sitting again, wrapped in a koala bear
breathing heavily on my chest.
Bodies touch.
I kiss his sweet forehead
and watch again as little Finn finds his way to sleep.

with lv.
Sarah (Scotty, Finn and Chinook too)

The Play of Light

Something traumatic has happened in the life of my best friend. I feel stuck in time and space, like I am living two lives. Who is in this body?

Someone has taken over and is dealing with the interfacing of this body and the tasks that need to be done.

Some of me is standing still, watching things whiz zoom and buzz by.

I completely embodied the still being today for a short time. For the first time in a few weeks I noticed the way that the light streams through the studio window and dances with the dust. It was almost like that moment lasted for an eternity. It was like the silence was an entire musical piece. There were so many layers upon layers of delicate sound that made a symphony of silence. I could feel the warmth of the sun. Bird sounding through the open window. Curtain blowing in the wind caught in the periphery.



Oh yeah. Enter here, I thought. This moment is all right.

Oh yeah. There doesn't have to be any meaningless meaning.

Oh yeah. I thought. Just love.

Lydia

Sirsasana Series

Here is a short sirsasana series sped up. Usually I take 5 long deep belly breaths in each asana. Please let me know if it is too fast. The standing series video is still a work in progress right now.



I like this headstand series so much. It is strong but calming. Stirha and sukha.
I am still working on many aspects of it.

Salamba Sirsasana 1 (headstand)

Parivritta sirsasana

Parivritta Eka Pada Sirsasana (I take my front leg a little too far forward in this one in the video, the heels are supposed to be the same height. I can get a good perspective on it when I do it in front of a full length mirror. Very helpful for shoudler alignment too!)

Parsva Eka Pada Sirsasana (one leg down and out to the side)

Eka Pada Sirsasana (one legged headstand)

Urdhva Padmasana in Sirsasana (lotus)

Parivritta Urdhva Padmasana in Sirsasana (twisted lotus)

Pindasana in Sirsasana

Prasarita Padottanasana in Sirsasana

Baddha Konasana in Sirsasana

Vajra Sirsasana (legs in thunderbolt)

Parivritta Vajra Sirsasana (twisted legs in thunderbolt)

Salamba Sirsasana 2 (tripod)

Mukta Hasta Sirsasana (straight arms on backs of hands)

(Variation on the thumbs)

Urdhva Dandasana (pike)


It is amazing to practice and feel and see where the body is holding and ever so gently... love it. Love is to let something be exactly as it is and to give open support for what ever arises for it. If the support is there the undoing of old habit patterns can start to happen.

Where is the body bright?

Dull?

Where does the grief hide in there... the pain?

Where do your parents live in your body?

Where do you store memory?

Where is the most liberated place?

Can you send the breath to all these places?

Can you trust your body?

Can you trust your life?

I have found that a profoundly intricate part of the physical practice is to observe how you treat yourself. This can be an amazing way to observe how you treat others. Also, how you trust yourself. Sometimes a teacher will give you advice on how to move your body, but do you check in and really ask yourself if that will work for you?

My ongoing question right now is - how do you trust your life?

Somehow and sometimes there is the feeling... when you are really quiet... of knowing how. It may not happen all the time, but with practice and the intention of self study, it starts to inform us.

Chidananada Rupa Sivo Ham Sivo Ham can be translated to -
I am the open spaciousness of the mind.

I hope you are all steadily on your way...

Love,
Lydia





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Hand Mudras

Hand Mudras. They may not look like much, but we ceaselessly use our digits, and it feels so good to give them some appreciation and a gentle stretch. Plus, your lung, small and large intestine, pericardium and triple warmer meridian all end in your finger tips.
We do this series often. This little practice is very practical. You can take it anywhere - waiting on a bus, at the airport, in the cue at the market...
This is most of the series, there are a few more that are not shown. Many of the mudras come from the Salt Spring Centre of Yoga and they are compiled in a special way by Gioia Irwin.

Standing Series

Hello Friends.
The video last posted is being updated. My teacher asked me to slow the video down so it is easier to see the essence of the practice.
This is a theme that keeps coming up these days. The feeling of having so many things to do, so many scheduled events, moving out of my home, planning a wedding, planning work... planning a life. The challenge is to keep the stillness underneath all of the twirl and whirl of the moving world. Having a practice to slide into has been so fundamental. And the practice is sometimes just stopping and smoothing out the mind. Four deep breaths and a feeling that all the activity... doesn't mean anything at all?
I am amazed at the mind's ability to say... "ah hah! This must be important!" over and over again.

In the mean time,
here is a poem I like.

WHEN I AM AMONG TREES

by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,”
they say, “and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”

Lone Bird

photos by Sonnie and Lydia
Dedicated to the human spirit

The Peace Underneath the Storm

A friend recently sent an email and asked for a suggestion for a mantra she could use for meditation. I thought about this and could think only of one mantra I could suggest. The Ajapa (total awareness with the least effort) mantra. The mantra of the breath.
The aliveness that has mesmerized me for all these years seems to be inextricably linked with the movement of the incoming and outgoing breath that weaves it's way through the little rivers of the body - and the complicated web of thought.

Have you had the opportunity to spend some time with your breath?
Sometimes it feels like sitting down with an old friend. Old in knowing - and in connection to you. Never tells you what to do - in fact makes you listen very keenly in order for you to pick up any sort of clue that illuminates the present moment. Speaks in riddles and also knows how to uncover very old emotions and patterns in you. Somehow wants only the best for you, there is a very warm and tender undertone that is the current to each cycle. Grandmotherly.

I recently spent some time in the desert in Moab, Utah. I was there while a storm hit Indian Creek. I could watch the tumble weeds coming from afar, one after the other, and following them small dust tornadoes and the wall of darkness. The scene reminded me of the mind. The tumble weeds being the thoughts, the dust storms being the turbulence of the uneasy breath that preambles a storm of anger or sadness in the mind. Coming out of this storm it settled me knowing that the earth has these conflicts.

I once heard that the quality of the mind is just like the wind blowing through the trees. Completely random, coming from all directions. Completely natural.

After the storm the wind calmed and the breath of the mother settled and there was this tangible sense of peace.

Even the earth has short and long breaths and she embraces both her darkness and her light. She realizes there is an undercurrent of tenderness and love underneath. She IS that undercurrent. The sound of silence between all the sounds that is always there... the quality of the equanimous blue sky that is behind all the weather patterns.

It is all beautiful. It is all happening.

Anapanasati Sutta

1.Breathing in long, know breathing in long.
Breathing out long, know breathing out long.

2. Breathing in short, know breathing in short.
Breathing out short, know breathing out short.

3. Breathing in, experience the whole body (sabba kaya).
Breathing out, experience the whole body.

4. Breathing in, calm the body-conditioned breath (kaya sankhaara).
Breathing out, calm the body-conditioned breath.

5. Breathing in, experience joy.
Breathing out, experience joy.

6. Breathing in, experience happiness.
Breathing out, experience happiness.



"Blow firmly and very slowly into the hole of the thunderbolt with a suitable hollow stalk to allow air movement."
Hatha Yoga Pradipika

Metta for Healing

There will be a healing meditation for someone who is sick tomorrow morning Wednesday Sept. 29th at 8:30am - 9:00am in the morning and another one at starting at 9:00pm at night.
If you are sitting... please send out healing thoughts.
If you are not sitting. Please take a few breaths at these times - center yourself and send out a healing thought.

For all Living Beings.

Living or not, beings or not,
inside or outside of time.

Thank you

Sticking Around for a While

I was perusing Banyan Books some short while ago. There was an older fellow manning the front desk, he may have been the owner of the store to my limited knowledge.
I was looking for a book by the name of "Opening the Energy Gates of the Body" by Bruce Frantzis. (A book my teacher Gioia keeps reading from.)
I asked the kind gentleman if he knew if they carried the book (this particular store has an immense selection of books, video and audio for the mind body and soul... "the watering hole for the spirit"). Without a glance at the screen in front of him or even a moment lost he said "yes" and immediately escorted me, padding his way on the orange carpet, to the glossy new book. He slipped it out of it's shelf and gave it to me. It felt like what Christmas should feel like.
I was impressed he located it so effortlessly and commented. He replied, "You stick around long enough and you learn a thing or two."
He had shiny eyes and they seemed to be portals to some experience that I have not yet acquired.
I smiled with appreciation and nodded silently, grateful for brushing up against someone in an age group that seems like a phantom limb to me, and for the words of wisdom.
On the way back to Squamish, past the arbutus trees and the soaring bald eagles, I rested in the gentle feeling of contentment. The subtle yet powerful feeling that comes from committing to a good friend, a relationship, a practice, a community and a home. Some things that I humbly hope to learn from sticking around for a while.

Thanks to Ben Moon for photography.
Thanks for reading and please contact us if you would like to participate in The Yoga Jam class with senior teacher Ron Reid on August 5th at 5:30pm.

Love!
Lydia

Bowing Down and Touching the Earth

At the end of a yoga practice we often place our hands together and bow our heads down to touch the earth.


The simple act of placing the palms together could be a ritual of yoking the energies of the self into one place of pure presence. Have you ever felt like there are layers of you in different places? For example you are having a conversation with someone and your mind is involved with someone else... or worse yet... yourself?
Bowing could be surrendering the ego.

I have found this gesture useful. I am happy to come out of the drivers seat for a moment in time (because this isn't an easy thing for me!). I am pleased to use the moment as a dissipation of my thoughts. There is a possibility there to be opened by the moment and able to let go of self referencing.

I end my practice with this even if I am alone. Sometimes the act means that I am bowing to the center of my heart. It is always quiet there, vast, confident and completely free. It is the teacher.

Touching the earth with my forehead is also a reminder to me that I am part of the natural world. The earth shed a piece so that I could discover myself... and she will take my vehicle for exploration back some unknown day. It is easy to feel this in The Yoga Studio when I am gazing out at the great granite rock that blesses our space. This thought helps me stay aware of interconnectedness.


For some people this gesture might be a little weird feeling or even frightening? In a low grade, lukewarm sort of way. Maybe it even brings other sticky stuff? Mild aversion or repulsion or... whatever? Nothing is wrong with that.
Maybe there is a possibility that surrender or bowing in humility is not a part of our culture. Ritual or creating emphasis on the sacred may not be either.

If anything brings up peculiar emotions or brings up little waves of questioning - it is always skillfull to look deeper into the root of what is happening. This is the job of a yoga practitioner. To get to the root of things, record the data, find the closest thing that makes sense to the truth in that moment...
and prepare for that truth to perhaps have the fluid quality of change.

xoxo
Lydia

Slug

Dear Friends,
Thank you again for reading.
I took the time to go on a personal meditation retreat for a few days at the Sea to Sky Retreat Centre. Wonderful place.
In between the emptiness and the fullness of my mind I came up with a poem I want to share with you.



Slug.

Somewhere between cinnamon and turmeric.

Slugging at the pace of a puddle drying up.

Crossing many interesting paths, but sticking to your own with your personal adhesive.

Leaving slick traces of yourself behind, not even embarrassed about it, or trying to cover it up.

Feeling your way across cedar mulch and spirited green moss with your gelly belly.

Almost stepped on your dark brother, and back there your bodacious mother.

Noticed your talents in one leap over a lively green maple vine.

Steady

Sticky

Unshakable

Genius.




Some of you may wonder why Sarah and I post about things that may seem unrelated to the Yoga practice. We believe that Yoga can be a set of techniques to open up a pathway that brings us more into awareness of all of life. This pathway may be grown over at times. Yoga gives us the tools to clear out excess debris... but also the utensils to be kind to ourselves while we clean out the muck and the viscosity.

So Yoga encompasses each moment of life that we share. Each contemplation and each interaction. A Yogic mind is simply aware without pushing or pulling.

The journey is delicious. In a healthy way. Bitter, sour and pungent may be as good for us as sweet, in different times of our lives.

In hopes that our study of being alive may be enlightening. Together.



Lydia

Healing for Haiti

Thanks to all that attended our Freedom Class to enter 2010. Here are a few photos.
Huge thanks to Sasha Cecile (Healing Drums) for creating the beat that we could all feel in our hearts and with our breath!
We are going to feel those good vibrations again with a fundraiser for Haiti on January 29th at 5:30pm. A Level 1 Ashtanga Class to Sasha's drum beat. The class runs as normal and donations may be given on top.
All donations will go to Haiti.
After, at 7:15pm, a led meditation. After that a silent auction with a few items given by our community.
Please show your support in an expression of joy and movement with the intention of bringing about world peace and restoring balance.

“If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

Ashtanga Invocation

I have attached a video taken during the teacher's intensive with Richard Freeman in Boulder, Colorado. It is a call and response recording of the Ashtanga Yoga Invocation. Enjoy. Sarah

"Yoga is Resting in Residue, Not Knowing" R.Freeman

Rest in Space.
between here and there,
me and you,
earth and sky.

Hear the Residue,
time stands still for a moment - in the SPACE.

Alone not lonely.








A few weeks have passed since I returned from studying with Richard and Mary in Boulder, Colorado. Words seem like a futile form of thanks - but still worth it - so Thankyou to all who helped me to leave and study for a month, it is a gift to have such an opportunity.

It has been months since i have sat down to write a blog (aside from the odd short clip or picture) - below there is a collection of things that seem to be surfacing for me, perhaps it is useful?? For now, i'm not going to add dialogue - rather I just want to share some of the tidbits of things i am working with in my practice.

And when I say practice, i mean my life.

In any moment of true deep listening (thank you Sarai for inspiring this path of observation):
- the breath stops (kevala khubaka)
- the eyes soften and open to the periphery (drishti manifests)
- there is no objectification of the world, and the possibility of open transformation exists - maybe??

Asana:
Sometimes in stillness, the body disappears.
Sometimes in presence, time ceases to exist.

I've been working with spaces and hollows in the body (inspired by Gioia Irwin and Richard Freeman). The depths of the groins as they relate to the cave of the sacrum and the softness in the back of the palate...my practice is slow, breath deep - less poses, longer amounts of time. Less feels like more right now.

Sitting Practice: practice of getting to know myself
Mind as a muddy pond.
Let water be water.
Let earth be earth.
Let fire be fire.
Let air be air.
Let space be space.
---then the flower can emerge---

-watching the way constructs of language seek to define and limit experience, and the way the ego function seeks to stir up the muddy waters...let water be water, let earth be earth...etc.

Anjali Mudra
Holding a seed - two thumbs together beside the heart
prana and apana
together unite.

The residue of my time away is extensive and vast. It is all the ideas that don't fit into the concepts and all the thoughts that remain that are yet to be understood. It seems so simple to just reduce the residue to the formula, but within the residue, within the muddy waters lies the unknown. And within the unknown is where i find the most humble learning.

'Yoga is resting in the residue, not knowing' R. Freeman

have a wonderful holiday.
love sarah
p.s. the photo i posted is a picture that Dan Schmidt took while i was away.
p.p.s. the recipe below is for Chocolate Coconut Macaroons...gluten free...easy to make!!
pre heat the oven to 400
1/2 to 2/3 cup of oat flour
1 cup brown rice syrup
1/2 cup coconut milk
3.5 cups coconut
1 cup chocolate chips
1/4 cup raisens/dried blueberries/cranberries
2 tablespoons cocoa powder
mix wet ingredients with dry ingredients and bake for 15 minutes (approx. till browned).

Moving towards Balance.

Photo by Ben Moon. benmoon.com


It is November in Squamish.
The rain is a massive and opaque shield between us and the sun. The sky has been falling without mercy for a week. However, we live in a world where there are two sides to everything, and where everything may ALREADY be balanced, so the rain also has an incredibly soothing effect. There is a rhythmic sound but also a quiet to the world. As if the earth were perspiring, it's musty fragrance is seeping from it's flesh. Half of me wants to incarnate into the dark ground and half of me wants to ascend on a beam of light to where my skin can drink the sun.
But I am here somewhere in the middle, after 2 sunny weeks in Boulder City, Colorado. What a wonderful trip!
So I find some way to "make the best with what I got", (as my friend Martin says about coming to a Yin Yoga class with a broken foot).
The practice of yoga continually takes my breath away - and gives it back fully - with a wave of appreciation. It seems the ancient yogis could diagnose almost any mundane affliction with some sort of magic yogic antidote.
So we know that the damp cold might bring our mood down and make us slump a little bit, caving in the sternum and compressing the lungs and heart. Shortness of breath may arise and a slackness in the center of our anatomical universe. Forward head and winging shoulder blades. Not to mention the increased time on the computer or in front of a screen. Innately, we know we need to pick it up.
Yoga is a practice of inquiry into the paradoxes of life. Often, it prompts you to look in two directions at the same time or to see opposite points of view. So simultaneously as we pick it up, we can see that this is a time of rest and quietude. The darkness asks our terrestrial bodies to rest, digest and contemplate.

Medicine:
Supported back bends on a bolster to start practice. Neck roll under the head to support the neck and elongate the back of the head right where the cervical spine meets the occiput. Take full pranayama inhales and exhales into the buoyantly lifted heart and chest area. If you have a sand bag place it on your thighs to ground the tops of your femur bones into the floor. This will release your hip flexors and calm your mind. Tune in to the rhythm of your body and breath. Ask yourself with a curious and gentle mind, "Do I have to control my breath or will it take care of itself?" 10 minutes.

Many Sun Salutations. Sweat and breathe whatever it is - out!

Standing poses to strengthen the legs and direct energy up the spinal channel.

Active back bends. Salabhasana, bhekasana, dhanurasana, ustrasana, urdhva dhanurasana.
For those of you who speak english as well, these translate to: locust, frog, bow, camel and upward facing bow or wheel postures. Back bending is proven to enhance mood, and aid in curing chronic depression.

Make sure you are back bending with a strong contraction of energy to the center. Be aware of the bandha areas and press out through your periphery. Create a container for yourself and then expand and free your central axis - the front of your spine.

Properly close yourself down for final relaxation:
Long holds and long breaths in the closing asanas (postures).
Eating too much dessert before the main course will ruin your appetite and skimp on the nutrients. As much as it is amazing to uplift yourself and open your heart and lungs, it is just as important to wind down well.
Postures like paschimattanasana, salamba sarvangasana, halasana, karna pidasana, viparita karani.
Forward fold, supported shoulder stand, plow, ear pressure pose and legs up the wall (inverted) poses. These postures increase blood flow to the brain, and calm the nervous system.

Meditate: Sit quietly with a not-too-loose and not-too-tight posture. Give your breath attention without asking for anything in return. If you stray, escort yourself politely back to your breath as if guiding a blind person down a busy street. Patiently be with your breath again and again. Ask yourself, "Do I have to control my breath or will it take care of itself?"

Savasana: sweet surrender.


Open! + Close. = Moving towards Balance.

It is a great time of the year to come to class and breathe in synchronicity with others who are experiencing the same thing as you.

We are all in this thing together, we ARE this thing together.

Enjoy the rain and I hope to bump into you soon.
Love!
Lydia