Please Note:

if i ever ever again write an entry like the one below, would you please call me--or better yet, come and kick my ass-- and holler, "FOSTER! get out of your tiny self-absorbed head and go to yoga! go for a run! do something pleasing with that useful body of yours!!"

my god, i'm ridiculous. i wrote down, last night, in a meaningful effort to structure my time today, "go to yoga". as i dutifully checked off my other listed items, i made my way around THAT one, until 4:30 approached and i knew it was the last class i could go to today. so, because the bank was on the way and i HAD to check "go to the bank", i got into my truck, towel, shorts, tank, and yoga mat crumpled in one hand, and half a nalgene of water in the other. (i'm a sorry-assed yogi wanna-be). i thought about getting a nice iced latte at the peet's next to the bank. "it's too hot to do yoga today," my brain whined. the door to peet's opened and a gust of chilled, mocha laced air fanned my face. thank goodness for my spirit guides (apparently, i'm chained to the shoulders of one of my guides, and i'm convinced he turned around and i was forced to turn away as well) because they called my attention back to my intention, and i got into yoga just a minute before class started. of course, it was hot as hell and i felt like throwing up a few times, but when i left, the whole world opened up! marin is beautiful. the weather is such that i can wear a tank top all day, and by evening, it's cooled to a managable temperature that allows one to sleep under covers and in clothes, without sweating profusely. the health food store carries blueberries grown a county away and has raw kombucha galore (this was hugely missed by me and my body on my trip. i can't convince anyone on the east coast as to why it's so good, but it is!!!). the local brew pub makes perfectly good beer, the avocadoes and salsa are fresh and the cilantro is from my garden (dinner is served). yay. life is good. and it takes a body to experience it sometimes.