I dont live where I can walk to the store—but Ive CHOSEN to live as though I can walk to the store!
snag my freak flag don my backpack and I walk. And WALK.
I fill the pack as full as I can and I
Not only have I gotten more steps—-Ive learned so much more about my ‘hood than I had driving, parking, walking
- Ive learned theres a house where every Saturday the kids who live there have a lemonade stand (I wanted to snap a pic–but other people’s children & all I resisted).
- Ive learned theres a house where every few days a new plastic lawn ornament thingy is shoved lovingly in the ground. (no picture. I got screamed at.).
- Ive learned theres a house where every few days a new yoga sequence is drawn in chalk on the sidewalk out front (Note haste with which I snapped photo. It’s blurry. Im in it. You can tell Id recently been screamed at).
It’s taken everything I have in me NOT to bang on the door of the yoga-house and beg the chalking-resident to tell his tale.
Im so curious (yet Ive resisted. we do live in the land of broken windows & even this woman possesses a little caution) & since I cant satiate my curiosity (yet!) I decided to join in.
I procured me this:
I picked my first pose and I launched my new sidewalk yoga practice:
Every few days I change the pose:
And yes. The Tornado insisted on joining in:
We both hope stumbling across our little sidewalk patch of yoga & zen will brighten someone’s day as much as the yoga-house discovery *still* does mine.
Whats the quote? The secret to humor is surprise?
Ive learned as Ive ambled my ‘hood recently the secret to JOY is surprise.
Surprise discovery of something you’d never have anticipated being there—and which makes you smile long after you pass it by.
Snag some sidewalk chalk and join me?
From yoga stick figures to motivational phrases let’s blanket our ‘hoods with sidewalk smile-inducing surprise…