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Saturday, April 28, 2012

love in three's

lefting it
across to the bank

the hearts in the window
shouted of bad country affairs

but in-popped
'i will love in three's today'

and then i wondered--why haven't i considered that before?
if people die in three's, why not love in three's?
or maybe that's the threesome
or maybe it's
smiling to the clouds
smiling to the bank teller
smiling out loud

lefting it
back across the street

Saturday, April 07, 2012

Mashing the weekend

This weekend there's an amazing workshop at Sri with Katie Silcox, a parayoga teacher.  Parayoga follows a tantric background.  If I were to be a follower of any "type" of yoga that is out there--para it is.  I'm a lover of classical too and have the love of that with Sivananda yoga...anyhow--back to the weekend.

Originally I had only planned to attend this mornings practice because of work yesterday, but as life has it I attended a funeral of my BFF's grandma.   This left me open for the evening--so I took advantage and hopped in my car to Dayton and fell in love with my practice all over again.  This morning though, I'm having some guilt in deciding to go.  My girls are home.  I'm off.  Their dad's hiking 300 miles.  I'm off and they are home.  Did I say that already?  I don't care how old they are--I feel like I need to be with them.  That's good and suffocating at the same time.  I don't think I'm overbearing for them--I just want to available if they need me.  Granted, the workshop this morning is short--2 hours, so I know it's all good--but still.

Then this evening I bellydance in town.  My teachers having a hafla--and my girls will go with me.  They are going to be in charge of the music.  Oh well... life is just life.  Sometimes they are busy, sometimes I am busy--and we all mash it up together and live.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

And this morning...

Having a quiet weekend at home without the girls and BD playing golf in WV, I readily escaped the house with Tammie for night out in town.  Once upon a time, I would have loved to get dressed up and go to Dayton--dancing the night away, but now I just want to get dressed up and stay close to home.  Ultimately it has to do with the possibility of walking home, if need be.  I didn't need to walk, but I do realize my body isn't used to drinking.  I thank age, awareness and yoga for that. 

We did have fun--well enough fun, I suppose.  I ran into library-kids-grown-up.  Seems impossible that these boys were young like 4 and 5 when I started and now they're in their 20's.  I have a special place for them...they were the ones, just like now, who came everyday after school. Harder home lives.  Harder school lives.  And they would come to hang out.  I suppose they were the first group of kids I got to know.   So--when I see them now--it's like being with younger brothers.   I could see looks from people, I'm sure questioning how I know them.  Not caring, I enjoyed the visit and listened to other friends talk.

This morning I see that even though my mind believes in moderation, my body may not.  I am ok with that.  I am thankful for that.  I love being 39. Om.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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