tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018994113071108306.post1441029040421624306..comments2023-11-24T00:46:38.643-08:00Comments on The Yoga of Writing/The Writing of Yoga (French, Music, and Washing, Extra.): WHERE IS MY SPRING?Sally Anne Syberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185300944480396559noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018994113071108306.post-36960607465942158892012-03-19T21:02:36.550-07:002012-03-19T21:02:36.550-07:00Even in this place of no seasons (or only two, hot...Even in this place of no seasons (or only two, hot and wet), I get a weird restless sort of spring fever at this time. Your pictures are beautiful. May blessings find you, even though they seem to be busy blessing someone else, someone less worthy than you. Hug the cats for me. Jack's doing a little chirping. I'm resting up for tai chi. I've just spoken of poetry with the writing class. Poetry. Cats. Chirping. These are good things.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03509489757424641702noreply@blogger.com