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In my last Publisher’s Note, I talked about turning fifty, stating that I had no great insights, and I discussed the importance of appreciating the small moments in your life. In that article I wrote; “When I feel stuck I think about my list (of things worth living for), which doesn’t speak to the most important relationships in my life: wife, family, friends, work etc.”

As part of the birthday festivities, Naomi and I spent a long weekend in my happy place, Las Vegas. I got to go to some of my favourite restaurants (p.?), play some poker, see a show, etc. But we also rented a car, drove out of the city and went hiking at Red Rocks. The weather was unseasonably wet and cool, so the high desert was in full bloom. Seeing the rare cactus flowers blossom could easily be described as one of those ‘small moments’ I mentioned in last month’s article.

Except it didn’t feel like a small moment at all. It felt exponentially big. I consider my introspection to be a gift. But, unchecked it can veer into depression. My milestone birthday was weighing on me, to the extent that I refused for months to allow for any discussion of plans. When I eventually embraced the event, and opted for a trip to Las Vegas, I felt a great sense of relief. But I think that Naomi’s sense of relief was even greater.

So the fact that we were climbing up the slippery boulders of the ancient river bed, together, wasn’t a small moment at all. Foremost it was a shared experience. The culmination of her efforts to support me when I felt down, to help me recognize what others would see as obvious, but for me is frequently not. To appreciate what I have in my life, unreservedly. I was, and am thankful that we had that time together even though it began to pour and we both slipped on the rain- soaked rocks. She, getting a soaker in the river. Me a scratch on my head (It isn’t a real trip to Red Rocks unless I draw blood). Wet, cold and a little tired. It didn’t matter.

Of course I thanked her for the trip, and specifically for making sure that we got outside of the casino. But now I thank her for the moments, big and small. All of them. Perhaps not previously expressed, but certainly implied.

This is a clunky segue, but I’m hopeful that I can share a moment or two with you at the fourth annual OmT.O. outdoor yoga festival at the Distillery District on June 19th (details on p. 22). If you haven’t been before, I say this unbiasedly, it is a beautiful day. Beginners or experienced yogis are welcome. We have a second stage where we will be hosting classes for kids of all ages. It’s a free event. You just need to come with your good intentions and your yoga mat. But even if you forget to bring it, there’ll be some vendors selling mats (and others selling and sampling goods, food and refreshments). We have a Meditation Station, where you can contemplate and relax or you can just take in the sights and sounds. As always if you want to discuss this note, OmT.O. or anything that you’ve read in this issue of Tonic, please feel free to contact me.