carving, yoga, dreams, y fiestas

Yesterday I wanted nothing more than to carve into my pumpkin arm. I think the feeling is akin to being a chained animal in an undesirable location sensing a really perilous outcome on the other end of deciding to just hang out to see what’s gonna happen next.
Work isn’t always my favorite. The people dynamics can drive me insane. I’m horrible at tuning things out when I loose my filter. And I totally lost it – on Monday. I have no idea where I set it down or when.
I’ll buy another on ebay.
Oh, and my momma sent me astrology charts for me and pithicus. It’s a little confusing with my sun trining the sextant of his Pluto in fifth house of our sagitarian cancer. But always fun to check out in that grain-of-salt-sorta-way.

Last night I dreamt in string-fu fashion. Was beautiful, vivid, and very cool. The kind of dream you want to put in the library so you can take it off the shelf and do it again. Definitely had something to do with yoga last night. Lots of chanting and meditation in the restoratives class.

I dug it. Though I need to memorize a little Sanskrit before I can attempt to follow along at that yogi’s pace again. The om’s on the other hand were pretty easy. The whole thing was SO freakin relaxing. I surprised myself once with a really good Frog pose. But tonight – he he – we sweat. I really look forward to feeling like jello tomorrow.

Happy cinco de mayo. We’re gonna celebrate it on siete de mayo. Estamos irendo a la fieste de los personas responsibilidad por nuestro amore. Well, sort of.