when it comes time for meditation in yoga, when the yogi or yogini guides us to clear our minds, i am in a bob ross painting.
on monday, upon leaving eric's grandmother's house, i noticed she puts her hands together and bows ever so slightly when saying goodbye, a silent namaste.
the story is that his grandmother started practicing yoga in the 60's, when a studio opened next to the family business. she did it for decades. it isn't just the whiskey and wine that's kept her sharp into her 80's.
