How I Woke Up On My Summer Vacation
Our Big Summer Edition of Readers Write
Five stories from near and far. Five experiences that changed a perspective and settled the teller of the tale more firmly on her path. Five smiles of a summer day – a few of them momentarily disgruntled, or as writer Michelle Myhre puts it, “moaning about the MSG” – but all of them alert to a change of light.
Our opener is from our dear friend Cathy L who you may remember from Fixing A Hole: Practicing with the Beatles earlier this year. With grace and wit and the wink of a sutra, here’s Cathy’s day at the beach.
BY MAGAZINE CORRESPONDENT CATHY L
So, I’m sitting on the beach
engaged in my current occupation of observing and listening to those around me, behind the shield of my sunglasses. I am
eventually mesmerized by a young boy of about 10, doing cartwheel after cartwheel, for about 10 minutes. Hmm, I think, I used to love to do cartwheels,
so much so, that I would also try leading with my left side, despite being a righty.
Then, I was enlightened!
This was HIS yoga, this trial and error
of a movement he was trying to master!
This 58 year old woman was NOT about to see if I could still do a cartwheel on a crowded beach, on the Fourth of July weekend, but let’s say
I found a shred of Independence.
I CAN still do a cartwheel, and, if so,
what is to stop me from achieving at least ONE handstand in this lifetime? : )
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