Highland Post

The last day of the Retreat and we were pretty well Yoga-d out.

Unfortunately my back didn't want to take part in the final few stances, so I had to sit it out.

I have learned some of my limitations and some of my possibilities and had a throughly good time. Thanks to our Yoga Mistress Margie. She is a star and has some "wicked" lines.
(The Epitaph on the grave stone will stay with me, as will my pebble.)

After the weekend I have definately decided;-

I have a back that is 20 years older than my brain.
I must lighten up a lot with ......everything.
In my next life I am coming back as a cat.

Back blipped.