Red Earth Yoga Center

12/27/2025

‼️Veronica Cannot Keep Waiting‼️ 295 Days in Boarding! 💔
Sometimes we do not know why certain dogs get overlooked. We are posting Veronica every Friday until she finds a happy home!

Veronica has been in boarding for 295 days....almost an entire year. She has watched dogs come and go and keeps waiting patiently for her turn.🥺

She did not arrive at Animal Aid of Tulsa with any luck on her side.She was dumped at Jenks Animal Control in horrifying condition, suffering from one of the worst cases of mastitis the vet had ever seen. It had ruptured and abscessed, leaving a hole in her mammary gland. There was no guarantee she would survive. It was expensive. It was frightening. The outcome was completely uncertain.

But Veronica fought and she healed!
She spent a month in the hospital. She wagged her tail through painful bandage changes and somehow, through everything, she remained sweet, goofy, and full of love.🐶🥰

She had a foster lined up but that home fell through. And ever since March, we have tried and tried to find her another chance at a couch, a soft bed, a person, someone. Anyone? But no luck.

We do not understand why she is still waiting😩
Veronica is:
• Friendly with every person she meets
• Wonderful with children, though she can be rambunctious so slightly older kids are ideal
• Excited to play with other dogs and eager to belong
• A little shy in the very beginning but she warms quickly and becomes devoted and silly and affectionate

Boarding is wearing her down. She is doing her best to remain hopeful. But dogs are not built for this kind of limbo. She needs a home or at least a foster to remind her that she matters and that her story is worth finishing. 🏡

We are asking with urgency and honesty.
Is there someone who can take her in?
Even temporarily?
A foster home costs you nothing but space and compassion.

Animal Aid of Tulsa provides all supplies and veterinary care. What she needs from a human is simply a place to rest and someone to care that she exists.
If you have ever thought, “I wish I could help,”
this is the moment when it truly changes a life.
Please reach out to Animal Aid of Tulsa today. Veronica has endured the hardest chapter of her life already.

animalaid.org/foster
animalaid.org/adopt

12/27/2025

Need to move after all the merriment of the holidays? Gail will be practicing 1 hour of Ashtanga yoga using a video-not teacher led- on Monday, December 29 and Wednesday , New Year’s Eve, at 8:10 am. Feel free to join, no sign up necessary! Regular classes resume January 1st, 2026.

12/26/2025

Some of the best Christmases are the ones that go completely off the rails.

Night before last, I was peacefully watering my plants — living my best Hallmark-movie life — when I dropped one of my largest, most beloved plants directly onto my big toe. The toe survived (barely). The plant did not. RIP, sweet friend. 🌿🪦

Christmas Eve, we made 42 of Peggy’s Enchiladas.
And if you know, you know.
They were delicious… except JB added his “own little touch,” which means they tasted absolutely nothing like Peggy’s. 😂 A bold choice. A brave man.

Then, as I was actively eating said enchiladas, my front tooth — which is a bridge — fell out of my mouth. Just… left. Mid-chew. 🦷🤣
If you know anything about my mom and my relationship during the last years of her life, you’ll understand that she is STILL getting her licks in from the other side. Love you, Mom. Really committed to the bit.

To say our family Christmas photos are EPIC is an understatement.
Some might say chaotic.
Others might say cursed.
I say iconic.

We also bought our Christmas tree late this year and decided it was probably not safe to bring into the house, so we decorated it and put it on the front porch instead.
Hillbilly style. ✨🎄✨
Honestly? It felt right.

And after all of that — the toe, the plant, the enchiladas, the tooth, the porch tree, and whatever spiritual warfare was happening — I can honestly say…

It was one of the best Christmases we’ve ever had.
Because sometimes joy looks less like perfection and more like laughing so hard you forget your front tooth fell out.

12/26/2025

12/22/2025

There was no rush that day.
Just boots on dry winter grass, the soft crunch of leaves, and the quiet hum of being exactly where we were meant to be.

We wandered through the edges of the woods, hands full of found treasures—pine, cedar, seed pods, bits of winter still holding their scent. The kind of gathering that doesn’t take, only borrows. The kind that feels old and right.

Little footsteps followed close behind, curious and determined, pausing to examine sticks and leaves as if they were the most important discoveries of all. Dogs roamed freely ahead, noses to the ground, carrying on their own joyful business. Laughter floated easily between us, warmed by familiar voices and long friendships—some newly reunited, some steady and constant.

People we love, gathered from near and far, crossing paths for just a moment in time. A gift in itself.

By the end of the walk, all we had to show for it was a small bundle of greenery—nothing fancy, just sweet-smelling and handmade. Something simple to hang on the door. Something that would quietly remind us, every time we came home, of this day.

Of fresh air and full hearts.
Of togetherness.
Of the quiet magic that lives in December when you slow down enough to notice it.

12/17/2025