In need of a healthy rest, and on a whim, I went to a yoga retreat.
Meditation, peace, and the fresh air did me good. 144 more words
As the bus rounded the final bend at an hour which implied a far to early rise for my weary self the days trip instigator was immediately apparent; the imposing, white chalk cliffs only illuminated further with the days rarity of brilliant sunshine beaming full force. 440 more words
One of my favorite places in the world—one place most of you reading this blog probably have never been—is White Cliffs, Arkansas. A few miles from my grandparent’s farm, I always enjoyed exploring, searching for arrow heads, and, of course climbing the cliffs any time I visited. 294 more words