Life pretty much cooks along for the most part.
In general, things go according to plan in what my son refers to as “The Land of Anne”.
Sometimes, though, challenges pop up along several fronts, and I can find myself navigating some choppy waters.
Sometimes,it can feel as if I have been at sea for a while.
Stay in it, she said. It was your decision to come here. Don’t think about running now.
Read MoreI am not sure how this connection came to be, but theonly way for me to balance in the yoga pose of Half Moon is to visualize my son standing at the far end of the studio.
Sometimes, he is in his tennis whites like he was in middle and high school. Sometimes, he is in a suit, like he is now in at his job.
Somehow, seeing him enables me to maintain my footing in the pose.
Seeing my son has always seemed to ground me.
Read MoreIt was the end of October, the days were getting shorter, darkness falling earlier and earlier.
This is usually the start of a sort of hibernation for me, driving home from work in the crisp and cold with the 6 p.m. stars already shining.
Not really the time of year to embark on any sort of change.
During this time, I am not sure what made me finally take action on what had been sitting on the floor of my car, among so many other things: A flyer for the new yoga studio less than a mile from my home.
I looked at the schedule, chose a class, called a friend and showed up.
Read MoreAnne Samit is an author and a yogi, moving every day and writing it all down along the way.
