Prana Journal
Sunday, April 17, 2005
  Progress report
My weekly pilgrimage to Flow Yoga Center was rewarded with the surprise return of Adriana, who's been out of town for most of a month. She's going to be gone next week, too, taking in an Anusara training with John Friend.

The class was exceptional, even moving for me -- it might have been the heat caused by the late-day spring sun coming in through the windows or the tapas built up by a full classroom. I was obviously feeling the benefits of keeping up a steady practice, but a few things stuck out:

And my daughter go a new job at the Children's Inn at the National Institutes of Health (NIH) in Bethesda working as an assistant. It will give her a major salary increase and a much more exciting challenge for her immense skills.

 
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