yoga, touring, and roads less traveled...
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| Kristina, Yoga Instructor at Yoga Patch in Kansas City |
I have always and will take the road less traveled in life. That path makes sense to me.
I am working hard to live my live in the moment, rather than in the past or future. Three thing currently helping me live a fuller life are: Yoga, bicycling touring, and an awareness of the road I have taken in life.
I found a Yoga studio, only five blocks from my home, the Yoga Patch, and as I was arriving for my class, Kristina, one of our gurus, rolled in on her bicycle. She is a superb teacher, and the fact she rides her bicycle for transportation made the class more special.
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| Bill doing Tree pose while four birds are watching from a branch at Middle Creek lake outside of Louisburg, Kansas |
As I come into my fifth year of living carfree, I realize, this is a lifestyle that I will embrace for the remainder of my life.
I recently took a S24O (sub 24 hour overnight bike tour) with my good friend Randy Rasa of the website Kansas Cyclist fame. Even on that trip I was able to interject the tour with some high quality yoga moments. Randy did a nice write up with great pictures of the tour on his site.
A clarity of thought, breath deep in my belly, finding roads less traveled.
What road are you going to take?
Peace and Love,
Bill
The poet Robert Frost says it best...
The Road Not Taken
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| Riding with Randy always promises taking roads less traveled... |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
