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This is my tree. Well, mine and God's. And well, okay, it's everyone's tree but I get to make the decisions on it. I love this tree. I have climbed it, pruned it, decorated it with ghosts and Christmas lights, swung many children on the tire swing on it, posed with it, photographed endless smiles under it, saved my daughter from a certain concussion or broken arm under it, hugged it and fought for it when people have wanted it to go away. I have watched storms blow through it and I have watched it "snow" blossoms across my yard. I have hid in it, prayed under it, meditated and danced beneath it. I have enjoyed the sound of bird's flocking around it and spent many an hour watching them build nests and push their young out for the first flight from it. I love this tree. Every time we talk about moving (every spring for 22 years) the first thought is always "how will I take my tree with me?" After years and years of trying to propagate it to no avail.......Guess what?

It did it itself!!!! I have a small weeping cherry growing on the side of my house! Does this mean I can move now?

It's a beautiful tree. Sways in the wind like it's dancing. Mmmmmm.

Ohhhh! Here's my blog....

So I was chatting with my student about blogs and spent about a minute or two or even three going around and round in my head trying to remember whether I had a blog or blogspot or blogger. I am ashamed to say I still don't know. But it is here, I have found it. Now, will I leave my xanga since now I know real people above the age of 20 here? Or will I prefer to just keep this as an opportunity to stalk my student and her family?

You never can tell. I never can tell. Most times I have no idea what I will do next. I really like it that way. It's called "living in the moment". Course sometimes it's called "clueless". Or "poor planning". I just really like quotation marks.

Went to dinner after yoga with aforementioned stalkee. Gave up my secrets. I EAT CHEESE FRIES! Course I'm sure she had a clue based on the size of my butt. Great yoga dinner, cheese fries and margaritas---transcending all time and space. My butt, that is.

But I digress.

Thought for the day:

Happiness doesn't depend on what we have, but it does depend on how we feel toward what we have. We can be happy with little and miserable with much.

William Dempster Hoard, 1836-1918 Wisconsin Governor

I think I will choose to feel happy towards my big ole butt. I can be happy with much.......

Sick?

I really seem to be fighting something. I wake up feeling like crap. I go teach my yoga classes. I feel euphoric. I come home, I feel like crap. Somedays seem better, some seem worse. It feels like maybe I need to rest. Hate that.

My classes are wonderful. We have sent much healing energy to the Hurricane survivors. I feel blessed to be able to share this gift.

So tired. One more class, then rest. Sort of. Sigh.

whatever

i get really tired of excuses. i just want people to do what they can do. i'm disappointed. a lot. i guess that's my problem.

Branching Out

Eternal Spring.

Away from Conflict.

You'll never find me here.

Breathe in, Breathe out.

Secret to Life.