...hello old chum...

well, it must needs be said... today. i feel like shit. utter, smelly, composting heap 'o crap. in addition to my newfound running regime (makin' sweet, sweet daily love to my new friend the treadmill...) and the lovely northwest weather (wool sweaters in june?!?!? FUH REALZ?!?!?) i have decided, in typical, amy-fashion, i might add, that if one good turn deserves another.. in this case.. one turn should equal.. three! haha.....

sooo... as an added bonus to this lovely health kick may i introduce door # 1...
http://omshalayoga.com/the-yogi-purifying-cleanse ...
7 days of wheatgrass, sprouted quinoa, herbal tea &, oh goody, kombu-enemas... which has got me feeling well.. err... at the very least just pissed. or at least my body is... as if it seems to say.. ya know, hun, if you were gonna start implementing all this physical activity you might at least dangle a friggin' carrot (i.e. cup of coffee & some chocolate!!!) at the end of this rope.. just for morale, if nothing else. sheesh.

i have also, equally wisely as you can imagine, decided in the midst of this to expand my yoga practice.. more classes, more arm-balances, more time spent in the company of lithe 4% body fat little gumbys who do ... absolutely NADA... to remind me of my own inner brightness.. value.. and beauty. Blah.

so on the way into the grocery store today it seemed appropos that i should find, bright & glistening on the wet pavement, not one but Two, shiny pennies.. one heads-up.. the good luck variety, eh? and the other... you guessed... its' shiny tail-end mooning up at me to say ha! and hello. and so i scooped them both up, exhaustedly, smirking.. I get it. I get it. for while the valley lacks both the scenery and imagination to make my spirits soar... (instead perhaps to plummet).. i acknowledge its necessity.... its placement..

so in ending i quote from a soul more wise & poetic than i.. From Khalil Gibran...
..."Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
... they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. ....

and so i breathe.. and so it is...