I am completely unsure of where to begin. Though I am usually so filled with words and 
saucy retorts, these last few months have me at a standstill. In orphic fashion, my Universe connected open-ended circles, allowing my past to become my present and my future. Talk about an ah-ha moment.
Many years ago, when I lived in Texas, I met a man who caught my attention by way of introducing himself in a very food-oriented way, not that I am a fan of french-fries, but he was so whimsical in a room filled with life and death concerns. We became friends, because of course, he was married and I was involved with someone myself, yet a line was cast. I moved to California about a year later, and of everyone I had known in that life, he was the only one I stayed in contact with. This isn’t something I did with intention, at least not consciously. Throughout the many years, we 
occasionally checked on each other, both of us making similarly differing life choices: both of us ending up to a place in life where we were finally able to have that one.more.conversation which led us to love. Universe is amusing, indeed.
And these eyes! Who the hell decided upon ‘silver’ as a color for these automobiles that drive in the bright sunshine?! For the love of all that is sacred and holy, did no one take patients of PRK eye surgery into consideration as the sun’s reflections are seared into my soul? After two weeks and a half of swimming in a sea of visual Vaseline (why yes, Les Claypool and other Primus bandmates, you may absolutely use that phrase as an album and/or song title!), I am now at a point of extreme light sensitivity at almost 4 weeks in. This morning was quite terrifying as I drove Mags to school with sun-visors down, shifting at each slight curve in the road, sunglasses on, cap placed at a jaunty, yet sun-blocking angle. I still had to close one eye most of the way. The bitch of it is, no one warns you that you may be that small percentage of non-immediate healers and to NOT have this surgery done in 
the Fall, when the sun is stealthily low. My eyelids fought for their lives, trying to lower to protect their charges from the sun.
I hung out with fellow Wonder-Twin, Stephanie, as I was re-introduced to muscles in my body which I have not felt in a long time during my first kick-boxing session. Not having been seriously committed to yoga in a year and a half, I made the mistake of listing myself as a “moderately” fit person, then promptly lost my balance numerous times in a semi crane-kick/Karate Kid stance. Allegedly, my “skillzzzzz” will soon come back to me, yet as I nurse this sore body with roasted chestnuts, I’m dreading what I’ll feel like after tomorrow night’s session. Still, time to get in gear. Shit is about to go down!
I am also closing in on getting the signatures for my completed hours. One more supervisor and I’l have what I need to send in to California’s Behavioral Board of Science. Once they approve it, as soon as I’m ready I can sign up for my licensure exams (I’m going for an MFT (Marriage Family Therapy) license as well as PCC (Professional Clinical Counselor) license). I went for PCC because I knew I wouldn’t be staying California forever. Funny how Universe and I are on the same wavelength, huh….
Pictures: A meeting place; One of my two eyes at Foo Fighters. Geaux FF!; My favorite small people who happen to be taller than me.
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