Yesterday I once again had hoped to make it outside to do some more active yoga before I was meeting some friends in the evening, but took longer to sort through manuals and decide what sets I wanted to do, and then I got stuck in traffic. By the time I got to my destination near the Burbank airport, I only had 25 minutes to spare. I was pissed. But I drove to the edge of this park, where the fire road began, and the spectacular sunset brightened my mood. I did the 11 minute “Har” meditation before heading back down the hill. It wasn’t a great day for yoga, but some good connections with friends.
