A quick update...

My heart is so much better. Time does wonders and so do friends well wishes and threats to kick him the shins. I know it is less than a week but it was only a wee heartbreak. And not that it helped my heart, but he did email to thank me for the flowers, which did make me feel appreciated.

My new habits are actually going pretty well. The first week, I did blog 4 times during the week, although (reasonably so) I didn't feel like writing much last week.
Walking and journaling do well during the week, but on weekends, they seem to lapse. My flylady habits are still spotty, but getting better as I am seeing clients at my home. This kind of forces the issue.

And my crown (the one on my tooth, not the one that I wear when I am being the "queen of all i see") is doing well as long as don't grind my teeth - then it hurts.

free will astrology

Years ago, my friend Victoria turned me on to Free Will Astrology. Now, many people poo poo astrology - that is fine. This astrologer writes things in a fabulous and cryptic way so you take from it what you need. In reading on that site this morning, I found two things that struck cords within me and seemed worth sharing. Neither were horoscopes but from Rob Breznsy's book PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings.

The first:

A Spell to Commit Pronoia, by psychotherapist Jennifer Welwood:

Willing to experience aloneness,
I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts;
Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from pursues me.
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so, Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is pure delight, To honor it is true devotion.

And the second had the directions to notice how you feel as you speak the following:

"The strong, independent part of me resisted the embarrassing truth for a long time, but I finally came to accept that I'm someone who craves vast amounts of love. Ever since I surrendered to this need, it doesn't nag me all the time, as it used to. In fact, it feels comforting, like a source of sweetness that doesn't go away. I never thought I'd say this, but I've come to treasure the feeling of having a voracious yearning to be loved."

sightings...

Part of the fun of living in lala land is that every so often you get to see someone famous that you admire. This week I had two of those sightings!!! Neither is particularly famous. But I admire both of them. Granted, I didn't stop and talk to either of them, so it may just have been their doppelgangers, in which case, it doesn't matter, as it just made me excited.

Thursday, before going into the studio to teach, I stopped by the Starbucks near work. As I was leaving I saw this interesting looking guy with fitted jeans (not the norm for LA) and long skinny pointed shoes. It was the lead singer of Kinky. (as I write my iTunes shuffle just started playing one of their songs - tee hee hee). If I had had the courage to speak to him, I would have told him that I love to watch him dance. They way he moves across the stage is just so much fun, it makes me want to dance. Unfortunately, being in the crowd at concerts doesn't allow for that kind of movement, and jumping up and down in place just makes me frustrated. So I usually just stand still and watch.

Then, this morning walking back from the farmer's market with my breakfast and my groceries, I saw this redheaded man pushing a double stroller. When he looked up, it was the actor from the tv series Life. This was my favorite new show from last season. I am so excited it is coming back (the end of this month). I was just talking about this show on Friday.

The singer's name is Gilberto Cerezo and the actor's name is Damian Lewis. But I didn't know that before now. I have just admired them namelessly for a long time.

habits...

It takes 28 days to form a habit. I was talking about this with a friend of mine yesterday. One of her new habits is eating at home or eating something she made at home. Great habit to start. Last night before going to bed, i thought that there were a few habits I, too, wanted to start. Here goes: journaling every morning, blogging - at least 4 x per week, and walking every morning and their are some "flylady" habits I am starting too. Day one - so far so good. There are several things I want to blog about - my trip last weekend to San Francisco, the thing at the pier last month, my adventures on the subway & going to see Kinky, thoughts on men, and , hmmm.. i think that is it for now. (I think that is considered a teaser). Tonite, is all about habits - perhaps rituals is a better word.

Talya, the beach and Barcelona

My friend Talya had a full afternoon evening together. We went to the beach and told stories on ourselves (we did verbal spring cleaning), we went to dinner and started desire lists, and we saw Vicki Christina Barcelona. Spring Cleaning was great, we got the charge off several different topics for each of us. Dinner was yummy (Library Ale House). And the movie... Well the movie was a slice of life that while interesting, after all was said and done, I didn't see the point - perhaps that is the point.

Quick side notes: Frankie seems better. And I did a splits catch in trapeze class on thursday. AND I am almost done with my Diploma A in Shiatsu school.

Frankie and the Vet

Frankie is 18.5 years old. I have had her since she was a kitten. Her kidneys are not working at the level to which she needs them, but they are probably working pretty damn well for someone her age. Unfortunately, it isn't good enough for her to function really well. Lately she seems like a crotchety old lady (some of you might say, like her mother). She wakes me up early; she doesn't like to clean herself (like a really old lady) and she is a VERY finicky eater and every so often (actually rarely) she is incontinent. Last week, she pretty much stopped eating, so I force fed her baby food. I took her to the vet Friday. She had started picking on food a wee bit again. Yesterday, I left her at the vet all day for her to get fluids intravenously. And she was sent home with an IV of fluid for me to prick her with each day (or every other, depending upon her) a give her fluids under her skin (thank god, they don't expect me to find a vein). She did have a catheter in at the vets yesterday, so she has a bald spot on her paw now. I just gave Frankie her first dose of fluid today. She was actually good about it - I was much more upset than she. Here she is with the bandaid they gave her (her bald spot is under the wrap) - unfortunately my camera always pauses before taking a picture. Her bandaid matched her eyes.

Trapeze pictures

Teri slowly climbing ladder.













Teri getting set to "ready & hep" with the help of Jonathon and Jonathon












Tracy waiting for commands














Rie waiting for trapeze.













Me listening to directions on how to get down.