The day started in typical Tuesday fashion at my yoga class.  Once again, a great and challenging class ending in a delightful cranial massage that sets me up for a good day. I planned to go home after yoga and do chores; clean, food shop, laundry – all the banal responsibilities that come after a 5 day July 4th break. Instead, I received a call from a friend I reconnected with some years back. “Want to go to the pool?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered, even as I considered the lack of food in my refrigerator for dinner. I have just returned home (the reason this blog post is so late in the making) after swimming and sunning and hanging with my girlfriend. We were friends in elementary school through high school, as were our mothers, but we lost touch through our college, marriage, and child rearing, years.

Reconnecting has been joyful on many levels, not the least of which is our history. We went to Tanglewood together to see James Taylor 2 years ago, and spent a fantastic week in the Berkshires seeing shows, taking hikes, and touring the local towns.  

Thinking about how to spend my time, being more social (but discriminatingly so), and knowing when something is important, have moved up on my priority list. The responsibilities I ticked off could wait, certainly until tomorrow and, if something better should appear, like a friend or son or daughter, perhaps longer still. 

Thank you life for affording me the wisdom to know what matters, and to behave in accordance with that knowledge. I am indescribably content.

Namaste.