Good grief, Charlie Brown
I was blessed by the yoga gods to spend this past weekend participating in a retreat in a lovely little spot in Sonoma, called Westerbeke Ranch, for the third year in a row. Since this has become somewhat of an annual trek for me, it felt a bit like returning to summer camp as a child, when you see those friends that you haven’t seen since last summer. I roomed with the same woman with whom I’ve shared a cabin for each of those three…