I remember the magnificent sound of the cicadas came in waves, unescapable even from indoors. In my youth I would walk in my neighborhood and be confused about what time I was living in. It was like being transported to the Mezozoic Era when heat and humidity nourished soupy swampy life. What is so magic about that number? How did that happen? I ask the same question of my life now. How did this happen? Life is strange, diverse, magical and arbitrary.

My spiritual journey has lead me to a rather dark place, one where I feel very alone and am yearning to find comfort in the wilderness. I am learning to embrace the struggle rather than to fear it, because in my grief and pain, I will find peace and healing. Songbook - Blessings and Healing Through Music. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. I had to at least try. I also told her to always be conscious of how many she had, and not to drop them because she can never forget she has Lupus. We went through the rest of.

A vehicle to communicate with all my yoga friends - current and yet-to-be-made. Sunday, July 26, 2015. I began planning, 2 months ago, to present a workshop. The title and content were tough to come up with - so much material to share. Yet, what would be of interest? I like the way it turned out. We put it out for circulation. Now on to the preparation part.