I spent most of the summer in gardens and hanging with my 91 year old Dad Art (Bud) Lillquist on his farm where he lived indepently and alone.  I stopped over to say good-bye and was given the "Swedish Hug" before I left for the east coast in September.  I was gone for about ten days when I recieved the call that his heart instantly stopped. My brother was in the other room.  So I am back in Minnesota and people are currently gathering to celebrate his long, interesting life.  I vacillate between sadness and joy, he lived fully, and though he traveled the world, he was most content on his land and in the woods. A 100% Swede. I am in daughter in more ways that I can express.

I had to go to the Twin Cities briefly last week  and while I was there I went to Minneapolis Yoga Center Retreat in St Louis Park two houirs early for an event!  So I stayed for a slow flow class and then attended an intimate circle focusing on the season change which was led by Coco.  I was there for six hours and it was Exactly what I needed. Sangha.  It reinforced in me the desire to bring people together to find inner peace and healing. 

My marketing for classes and my own yoga events has been postponed the last few months by the passing of my brother and now my dad.  I'm the first born and am at the helm of instigating ritual and closure.  However, Pranayama is my constant companion.  I will teach and post my intentions at the end of the month.  In the meantime I now have cows.....

Sending you love and light, Karen Ruth, thats what my Dad called me