Yeah.

I'm super glad I did it when I did.

My mom & dad are thinking about recording their memoirs, and I would really like them to do that, because this is valuable. But it's also just super hard.

{{Liese}} That's wonderful that you are preserving those. I hope hearing them becomes more joyous than painful swiftly.

And in the meantime, nothing wrong with feeling sad.

The teacher calls it savasana

That's the actual name of the pose. Savasana translates to corpse for the pose name. Corpse didn't really twig me until Dad was dying. I cried, quietly and almost peacefully, through a few classes. But I'd talked to Jeff (not about specifics, just where I was and why because he's also an amazing person that I really like) when Dad was actively dying and then gone. He hasn't used the words since. I should tell him that I am okay enough to say the words.

but I'm transferring my (beloved, late) grandmother's storytelling cassettes into digital format.

Oh, that is so hard but also you are doing something so wonderful. There is a love that will continue with her voice. I know it hurts right now though.

your yoga teacher sounds like the bomb. unlike any other yoga teacher I have had in 10 years.

I had a yoga teacher years ago refer to savasana as the dessert after a challenging yoga class, so I always think of it that way. And then spend far too much time trying to clear my mind from thoughts of chocolatey concoctions. But still, way better than corpse.

{{{Liese}}} That's gotta be hard.

your yoga teacher sounds like the bomb.

Totally is. And Pix knows how fun he can be too. But he's mostly been just a really wonderful person to me through a rough time. He'd be a wonderful person through great times too. I expect I will know him that long.

I've done bad classes. They aren't worth it.

I am watching an ill-advised program on National Geographic channel (their multi-part program about the '80s is terrible) about drug use/drug trade and they claim that 1 in 7 people in Puerto Rico are addicted to drugs.

That sounds awfully high. Is this right?

Yay for good yoga teachers. The teacher makes all the difference.

My (half)-sister in law just announced on Facebook that she's pregnant, and due Nov. 17. My nephew turns 1 on October 1st. This is the only place I have where I can safely say, "Oh my GOD have you never heard of birth control, people?" (It was a "surprise." She is not working, my brother works at Starbucks and they are living with my father and stepmother. He's 28 and she's 25.)

I cried, quietly and almost peacefully, through a few classes.

Oh man, the sub for my regular class the other week did this thing in the meditation part that made me cry, about opening a space in your heart for compassion, first for yourself, then for someone else specific that you thought of, and then for the world. It was amazing. Especially amazing because she had started the class with us rolling around and crawling on the floor and beating our hands and feet against the floor.