Our national trepidation for April 15th seemed to disappear without much fanfare this year. With deadlines extended and our national and personal priorities shifting, this was another instance of what has always seemed vital just is not.
I did know what day it was, humble brag, because I, for the first time ever in the history of being me, taught over Zoom, a live streaming yoga class. Trust me, I had lots of help, as this class was a fundraiser for SIster District, a national group, with local chapters, teaming up strong Democratic districts with districts in other states that have lost legislative seats, to brainstorm,organize and raise funds to help Democratic candidates in local state get elected. Being connected to these students felt a bit more like normal life, and we were able to raise a significant amount of money today.
My hiking approach was bifurcated today, August and I had a lovely stroll this morning , 5 miles, and headed home for the 10 AM class.
Later in the day, I left him behind, he has had enough mileage lately, and , for the first time, since my stay at home Camino began, I got lost! I was no more than 2 miles from home, and I managed to find a street that I have never walked, driven, jogged, EVER, which led to some directional difficulties. Unfortunately, the next turn I took after the newly discovered road, took me to even more unknown territory, but I found an old horse trail, hiked up for a few minutes, and lo and behold, at the end of the trail, I was back to the relative civilization of 94062! Getting lost is on the Camino is not unusual, the trail is well marked, there are signs with yellow scallop shells to guide the pilgrims, but many stories I have read include losing the way, finding the way, and today was my day to wander.
I did know what day it was, humble brag, because I, for the first time ever in the history of being me, taught over Zoom, a live streaming yoga class. Trust me, I had lots of help, as this class was a fundraiser for SIster District, a national group, with local chapters, teaming up strong Democratic districts with districts in other states that have lost legislative seats, to brainstorm,organize and raise funds to help Democratic candidates in local state get elected. Being connected to these students felt a bit more like normal life, and we were able to raise a significant amount of money today.
My hiking approach was bifurcated today, August and I had a lovely stroll this morning , 5 miles, and headed home for the 10 AM class.
Later in the day, I left him behind, he has had enough mileage lately, and , for the first time, since my stay at home Camino began, I got lost! I was no more than 2 miles from home, and I managed to find a street that I have never walked, driven, jogged, EVER, which led to some directional difficulties. Unfortunately, the next turn I took after the newly discovered road, took me to even more unknown territory, but I found an old horse trail, hiked up for a few minutes, and lo and behold, at the end of the trail, I was back to the relative civilization of 94062! Getting lost is on the Camino is not unusual, the trail is well marked, there are signs with yellow scallop shells to guide the pilgrims, but many stories I have read include losing the way, finding the way, and today was my day to wander.
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