On this morning, yoga was something that suddenly became a part of me, moving me from the inside. It was, for lack of a more descriptive word, so intoxicating! I felt the poses move through my core and I stretched so thoroughly…I was exhausted when it ended, yet so invigorated. I generally dread morning sessions, though I am always appreciative of having done it once it is over, yet today – I think it’s my best chandra namaskar since I began years ago.
It’s a good thing I had a flame lit from yoga, because about 20 minutes later I got a phone call and the world of work took off. I can’t, obviously, go into detail, but my experience is certainly being tested with newly added scenarios..especially ones that get the butterflies going in my belly. The day finally ended around 6:30 and I headed home to my Boy (Girl is at my Pseudo-Daughter’s house).
A friend was over (I learned as I was 10 minutes away) which gave me another opportunity at adulting. I’m really not very good at it when it comes to Boy’s friends, yet found, through some patience, tha things may not always be the way I think them to be. Eventually, Boy and I headed out for dinner.
The Boy and I had a nice time at dinner – both phones stayed in the car and we discussed. I shared a fear I’ve long had about a driveway at the home he grew up in (and him hitting the accelerator instead of the brake and going over th
e edge) and he told me that when he was little, he lost control on a bicycle and had to quickly decide on options: head into a pile of brush or go over the edge. Amazing connection – this kid and I.
A story of my younger years which I recall as if it were yesterday. Hot summer days in Midland, Texas… cicadas may or may not have been cicada-ing, because it was the either early 80s or late 70s and I’m not sure if they were out that year or not. Our family friend David told me about this concept of “smoking grass” and how it made you feel really good, so I immediately took one of my mom’s lighters and we headed outside. We crawled under the bushes where I grabbed some St. Augustine grass from our lawn and tried to light it. Absolutely nothing. David said it was probably a different type of grass, but the only other stuff we had was knot weed. Hmph. Who’d smoke weed?
Pictures: I made sure to renew my CAMFT membership today – they provide free legal aid; Tecahing my supervisor about Hippie fishing.
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