As we get ready to move out of S.C., I’m making mental lists of things I’ll miss, and hey, why not share the good stuff with you?
First, foremost and most badly I’ll miss practicing yoga at North Main Yoga, and specifically, my teacher, Liz. I am hopelessly addicted to her teaching style, kind energy, and the complete bliss I experience after practicing under her guidance.
Second, I’ll miss working with Clemson students. They’re bright, honest, nice people; excellent writers; and once you figure them out, it’s SO easy to help them succeed. I’ve never worked with students who have made me so proud in such a short time!
Then, there’s eating. The Village Baker in Pendleton is a little European piece of heaven: pastries, cookies, sandwiches, more pastries. I’ll miss our late Saturday lunches there, and in Greenville: the pecan pie at High Cotton, the chef’s creativity at Lazy Goat, the Thai food at Sweet Basil on Pelham, and of course, the gelato at Luna Rosa.
I’ll miss my hair stylist, kind and attentive Maggy – now at Tangles in Clemson.
I’ll miss the colorful flowers, and the scent of gardenias on warm summer nights.
To all the things and people I won’t miss (y’all know who you are): I wish you’ll find confidence and peace, so you can open your minds and hearts, and maybe experience kindness now and again. Namaste!
I heard my husband yesterday explain to a friend the concept of a monkey trap – maybe you’re familiar with it, but for me it was new and interesting, something to meditate upon:
One method of capturing monkeys is to place a piece of fruit in a cage or a vessel with an opening just large enough for the monkey to put its hand through it, but small enough that if the monkey makes a fist, holding on to the fruit, it cannot take its hand out.
That’s quite a lesson in letting go!
Sometimes, you can achieve your goals -or freedom!- if you just let go.
Do you have a monkey trap story of your own? Care to share?