Ommm

I've just returned from my first yoga class in 3+ years. Wow. I love being in my body. It's so easy to forget that I can be strong. I stood on my head!

As for the weekend, Saturday was a day of relaxation + reading. Sunday is a little hazy in my memory, due to the heat + the presence of a super-excited 3-yr-old. I'm pretty sure we trekked into the city with some friends for the (25th Annual) Roots of American Music Festival at Lincoln Center. (This was Leah's first concert, 3 years ago.)












There, a kind + unbelieveably old Pete Seeger performed on a stage with his grandson, framed by trees + a whole passel of hippies. Leah danced her ass off. I remember some walking + lunch, lounging in Central Park. Then some more music back at Lincoln Center, where the girl again danced anywhere she could find a few free inches... there was no stopping her. A few hours later, with a cranky daughter + husband, we skeedaddled back to catch the train before it got too late. Sadly, this meant we missed Patti Smith. Frick. (That, of course, I remember!)

Ommm...