gracioustenaciousme!

I made it to yoga - holiday for the all Bikram students tomorrow so - I will find another challenge for my after work reality. Oh dear...work on my paper?

The discovery: or reinforcement of a past discovery: If I think about it, I OFTEN won't or don't.

This I find is true of my Bikram class, chanting, having difficult conversations...less the later these days but still. Notice a theme between the three?

They are ALL good for me. HaHA! Sheesh. I do have a headache tonight - not enough H2O today for as much as one sweats in a Bikram 'torture chamber'. Truly - I feel so much better after class. I had a real challenge of reining in my thoughts - kept thinking of work...mainly.

Camel posture has been VERY good to me - helps to release what I have stored in my chest...

- pain seems to harbor there.
I think I hear a ships horn.

Speaking of horns...the wildebeest, native to Africa...no,no silly, the train!

I miss being able to hear the trains at night - I could hear them everywhere I lived in KC - save Merriam, KS - someone told me I live on the wrong side of Lawrence to hear the train. So, I guess I need to move toward the river to get my train toots.

Interesting what sounds comfort each one of us.

I loved cool summer eves at Grandma and Grandpa Pruett's house - sleeping out on the pullout in the living room.

The windows open to a town steeped in railroad history...the train was just loud enough...

my head on the squishy foam-like pillow that was oddly comfortable. Watching TV as quietly as possible so as not to wake grandma or grandpa in the next room - this after an evening of Cubs, Kings on the Corner/Old Maid/Solitaire, grandpa blaming his... passing of the gas on Estee (the dog) and for me he'd say,

"Violet, did you see that motor boat go through here?"

She'd laugh, me too...7Up with a straw, sugar cookies, WGN/local news, Walker Texas Ranger/Murder She Wrote/Dallas (time seems to mix here - the memories)...the humble home of a farmer and his wife on N. Academy...days gone by...

Big adventures ahead - I hope I do my best to stay out of any kind of self induced comas.

I guess you must know that state to graciously appreciate being alert.

I visited with Jean. a resident in her mid 90's, who told me, unsolicited, that she wished me the best of luck figuring things out - in life. She said,

"...we've all been there - where you are now..."