Christmas seemed to stretch out long in either direction, we had an early celebration with one side of the family right after Thanksgiving.  Decorations were up, I finished shopping early, carols were being played on the daily.  The season crescendoed into a week long visit down to San Diego, and a flight out of that most southern city on Christmas day.  We were pumped:  THE SUN, palm trees, other people cooking for us, & I was going to take a quick jaunt to Long Beach to go to my old home group.

I let some people know I was maybe coming, we went back & forth trying to decide which meeting to go to.  Someone mentioned a women’s meeting.  A lightning bolt thought crossed my mind:  that’s the first meeting you ever went to!   So I was doubly pumped.  The parents had agreed, our flight was getting in with plenty of time.

& then it got delayed.  I held onto the hope of making it all the way until we took off, 2 & a half hours after schedule.

We arrived to rain.  We had been checking our silly phones for weeks gloating over the tiny suns we saw there.  Now?  Four days of predicted rain.

We arrived at our turn key exhausted.  We rallied only because we needed food.  Silly smart phones deposited us at a most hipster grocery store, we wandered around like zombies picking up packages of food.  I capitalized on my parents drugged out states & sneakily slipped in some unhealthier types of items.  My son even managed to stick a full bag of onions in our cart even while being safely sanctioned in the cart seat!  Luckily my mom saw at check out & we were able to fish them out.

I don’t really remember the rest of that day, we were all really tired.  Silly how hanging at airports, delays, & only a 2 hour flight can exhaust you?!

Hands down the next day was my favorite.  I missed my son, his other grandma took him for the whole day since she lives close to SD.  But holy wow, was it so great to drive around with my cousin all day.  Do you want coffee?  She asked.  What do you want for lunch?  Do you want to go anywhere?  My brain had a hard time computing all of these questions.  We ran her errands too.  She had me at coffee really, I was happy to just go along for the ride.  We went back to her & her girlfriend’s new place & watched t.v.  Perfect day.  She brought me back & H was dropped off later.  I ran outside to get him.  His face lit up when he saw me.

It rained again the day after that.  The rest of the trip was a blur.  Car rides, scheduled (slightly unscheduled) dinners & lunches.  Wrapping paper.  More rain, even hail.  It was rushed & stressful at times.  It was still good to be with & see family.  Loud voices, dance offs on the Wii, food, so much food.  Hot tubs, strong coffee, so many dogs, & of course millions of palm trees.

Our turn key was on a hill overlooking the airport.  The planes landing whooshing next to us seemingly every five minutes but stopped around 10pm.  They started landing again around 6:30 but when you have a toddler that doesn’t bother you.

My other favorite was H’s face Christmas morning.  Me:  I think Santa has been here, should we go look if left anything?  His face lights up again.  This is new of course, last year he still didn’t really get it.  This year he does.

At home:






San Diego:

Turn key didn’t have a bath but luckily he loved this.



More on yoga news next post.  I’m grateful to get back to routine & dig into my new classes.

Wishing/hoping/dreaming the best last day of the old year to you all!


Published by Liz Brower

I've practiced yoga since 2006, I stumbled into a class at my local gym. I didn't really "get" yoga, I wanted to do all of the poses to the max, I didn't focus on breathing, and I was very competitive. A year later I quit smoking and my mom purchased a three month unlimited to a local studio. I fell in love with yoga! Plus the metaphor was strong, my lungs began to repair, I could take really deep inhales without coughing! I later began to go to a free outdoor yoga classes in downtown Long Beach, CA that was also affiliated with a donation based studio. Yoga was fun, affordable, accessible, and outside! I loved it. I started practicing at home by myself. I started meditating. Right after I found the classes at the gym stopped drinking alchohol. My sobriety and yoga have intertwined ever since. They compliment each other amazingly and I am so grateful for them both. I stopped practicing yoga after getting pregnant and being caught up with the taking care of a newborn in 2013/2014. When he was 9 months old I realized that I really wanted to redirect myself back to yoga. I also had the seed planted in my mind while driving home from Christmas break, why don't you go do a yoga teacher training?! I started practicing yoga at a local studio and began scouring the internet for a teacher training program. I found Three Sisters Yoga, a lovely program, based out of NY & PDX. I was more than motivated to teach, I started teaching some free yoga in the summer of 2015 at a local park. I continued after that with an internship at the same studio I had signed back up with at the beginning of the year. I quit my day job. I hit the pavement, scouring for yoga gigs that would hire a newbie. I found a job and began to teach! Now I am navigating the great balance of being a single mom, a yoga teacher, and doing my best to trust my higher power with my future. I love to teach and practice vinyasa, but also know what it's like to be drawn to slower types of yoga due to injury or body type. I feel a special affinity for yoga new comers and like to teach practice at all different levels. Thank you for taking time to read a little more about me and I wish all of you the best in your own individual yoga practice. ~Namaste!

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