Walking, walking walking...



It all begins with walking.  Every morning, as the dawn breaks, we will meet in the silence of the kitchen, fire crackling to warm our muscles, deep dark coffee to stimulate the senses.  We will assemble, pull on our boots, button our coats, bury our sleepy heads in luscious scarves and with mittened hands stride out to greet the day.  With eager dogs circling our heels we will begin our walking meditation, taking care to place feet gently upon the earth to do no harm.  And with every step, with every deep inhale of breath, life will stir in our bodies, in our minds and in our hearts, until we are bursting with the break of day.

This will be the first exercise of the day.  Back from the bracing, face-tingling, sting of morning, Lindsay will divide us into those who will charge the cross-fit obstacle course;  those who will dissolve into hatha yoga; those who will embrace lake waters, and those who simply want to dance and sing.

Even those sleepy heads who hide, blankets pulled up to nose and miss the morning walk will be encouraged to join in round two of morning exercises.

Victoria will encourage milking of the cows and goats, Petra will lead the walking-book-discussion and Jessica will applaud anyone who will stand with her in the kitchen, preparing mise-en-place for breakfast which will follow shortly.

All that food!  All that indulgence.  Now is time for Exercise!  (Yes, with a capital E).  So here enters darling daughter, Lindsay, Crossfit Queen!  Yoga Enthusiast.  Gentle Encourager of The Plank.  She will guide us all (me included) with enough testing of the muscle; impact of the bone; circulation of the blood and oxygen to keep us all healthy...with a smile and warmth borne of love and caring.