Summer.

Summersaults.

I have been traveling and visiting and preparing and packing and unpacking. Nearly finishing laundry from one adventure, before heading off on the next. Yes, sitting on the floor of my bedroom, the last bag is still unpacked. And off I go again this weekend. I am traveling to Maine, to a lovely little island in a big beautiful lake, to witness the wedding of a young man I met when he was 8 days old.

I am fortunate to be hopping from place to place with pleasant purposes. Even in the disorganization of coming and going, I am happy to see relatives, have reunions with great friends and celebrate the cycles of life.

Balance.

And I am remembering the yoga.

It is balance that is at the heart of the practice, as it is in life.