The girls and I bundled up and drove down to one of our favourite spots for a nature walk early this morning. We reflected on how this season leaves so little life in the landscape, but we did find some live mosses. We climbed rocks to a lookout point (Summer too!) and appreciated the fantastic beauty of a frozen river: sheets of ice piled where the water breaks, like waves frozen mid-crash. Summer made a break for open water only once, and the girls were fascinated by watching men ice fishing. It was a short trek in the cold, whipping winds but it was my favourite part of my day, the first of the new year.
We discovered a set of kid yoga videos on Youtube, so we tried one out, and all got caught up in the nice British lady's story and movements. I am, naturally, super pumped about incorporating more vids into our days. Raising little yogis makes me so, so excited. I love the hope and optimism of January 1, this year and each. I love the freedom it gives me to start conversations with, "So, I'm trying this new thing where ... ", knowing my resolution is a little less hokey because it is made today. Even if those resolutions involve mantras, downward facing dogs and pranayama breath exercises.
|Lighting the New Year's Eve fire|