Things are getting out of control lately. So much so, I'm posting these photos I found laying around my computer since November. That's Mr. Wild Dingo there on Lake Léman with les loups.
This past month, I've been helping out with the story telling at Mango Minster. I don't know how Mango's DOH does it. Just the tiny bit of photoshop work I did and the few lines I had to come up with kept all my spare time full for weeks. But any excuse to be stupid-silly is good enough for me. So most nights and weekends were spent taking photos, photo editing and writing. Good 'ole Mr. Wild Dingo even participated in the storyline. He's a good egg. Yah gotta love him.
In addition, I not only returned to teaching yoga, but I've taken on a tiny side job of reselling the raw dog food product that I buy from Buon Viando. Working with the owner, Patricia, is nothing short of a breeze. It's like she's family. She approached me a while ago about being a distributer but I was still too much bogged down with health problems to commit. I already have one friend who buys the product off of me and two more have joined the network. And since my health has returned, I felt like it was a good time to make the product more accessible in this area.
Teaching has been going really well and I love it. Working with different studios here is interesting. None of them have automation processes to check people into class and one of them still uses index cards to manage all their client subscriptions--seriously! But I can't complain. The yoga community has been awesome. I've made many new friends and am thrilled to be a part of it. In fact, I'm leaving in a few hours to go to a teacher training program in Zurich with Max Strom. I'm just really jazzed to be well-enough to teach again and continue my training. I'll be gone for the rest of the week and the dogs get to harass Mr. Wild Dingo for their walks and dinner. I have no doubt he'll come home to party central:
Sigh. I just hope there's no food fights or keg parties. For more on how I abused Mr. Wild Dingo, check out the Swiss stories at Mango Minster.
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