Of Wine & Yoga

I love busy days at work. Yes, it can be frantic but the time goes by so quickly -- whoosh -- and then the day is done. Even better when it is Friday. There is often a bottle of wine open and a few moments at the end of the day when it seems relaxation is seriously deserved. Tonight it is the 2006 Daffodil Hill Pinot Noir that has been uncorked, a single vineyard pinot that is rarely opened. It is so lovely and fruity and balanced, delicate yet powerful.

I sit at my desk, crowded with things that are best left till Monday. It must be one of the guilty pleasures of the wine world to be able to sit at work and enjoy a sip of wine at the end of the day. The rain that pounded McMinnville for hours has stopped and a hint of blue shy emerges for the last few minutes of daylight. Life seems promising and full again, as it always does when the weekend is about to start.

Tomorrow I am emphatic about going to yoga. Last week it was great, though admittedly much better at the end of class than it was at the beginning. Why must they start weekend yoga classes at 7:45 AM anyway? I am an early bird, yet even for me this feels early.

Ironically there is an article about this very thing in the NY Times today. Titled "To Stretch or Not to Stretch" it bemoans the fact that for some people (myself sadly included) yoga can seem more like a punishment than a reward. Sure, I enjoy it once I get there, but gettting there is often the problem!

But it is good, especially now, to stretch and to breathe. Funny how sometimes yoga and wine can have the same impact... you slow down, you breathe, you look at the world with rose colored eyes. Too bad you can't substitute one for the other...