Day 259: Nine.TwentyOne.13

I really enjoy my new (to me at least – the location is obviously far from new) neighborhood.

Today in particular, it’s just downright awesome.

H Street Festival has grown tremendously over the past years. Today there was no shortage of talented artisans and performers, delicious food and drinks, or neighborly spirit.

I loved being able to both take part as a member of the community, and as a contributor of the festival. (Did a demo with Yoga District.)

Even the torrential downpour couldn’t keep this crew from rocking.

H Street Festival

Coexist Coffee

‘Gumps Dumps’ Furnishings (on Etsy)

Atlas Performing Arts Center

Yoga District Demo

Here’s to another day of creativity…

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Day 256: Nine.Eighteen.13

I have been slowly rising from my funk. And in the midst have made some new commitments to myself. I have wanted to fight them every step of the way – breaking habits, learning new ways, can be just so darned hard. Even the simplest ones.

I have gone to 6:15am yoga classes the past two days in a row. (I HATE mornings.) I wish I liked – loved – them but my entire being just rebels.

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I went to the last outdoor film screening of the season on U Street tonight:

That, in itself, isn’t something I had to push myself to do – I go to events all the time.

It was the fact that I didn’t have anyone to go with me that caused the disruption in my psyche. I can usually drag or bribe someone into coming with me. But my go-to, up-for-anything bestie is still off on an adventure of his own, and no one else was available… I just, well, don’t like doing things by myself. I wish I did. But it makes me uncomfortable and self conscious. So I generally avoid it. I almost went home. But I forced myself. And you know what?

I survived.

6:15am yoga on the other hand? I’m still working on surviving that…

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 122: Five.Seven.13

Nothing about this day has been particularly awesome.

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I tried a new yoga class. The teacher had an incredible way of explaining our practice. Poetry.

Imagine the back of our heart, she said.

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I don’t know that I have ever thought about the back of my heart. Of anyone’s heart.

It has made it’s way into a line in my poem: “Heal backs of hearts.”

Here’s to another day of creativity…

Day 75: Three.TwentyOne.13

I happened upon this piece of great art today while heading to yoga class. It takes up the entire side of an existing rowhouse in the U Street area of DC. The building is currently being renovated and turned into a restaurant/bar. I just hope they have the good sense to keep the art. I don’t know the history of the piece, nor who the artist is, but would love for you to leave a comment if you do!

DC Street Art (14th & T NW)

DC Street Art (14th & T NW)

Here’s to another day of creativity…