interspecies love!!! please watch this and feel the love!
c’mere! i wanna give you some valentines lovin!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
thank you Yvette, no nonsense woman, for stepping up when you didn’t have to
thank you people who are competent
thank you unexpected guardian angels on earth
thank you guides (seriously)
thank you karma
thank you for everyone who ever chooses the better, nicer, kinder, more noble choice just because they are awesome
and that includes everyone for all the little things, like carrying on when you don’t feel like it and striving to stay good hearted
Here’s something that seems appropriate and is so relevant. It’s about why, even though two people may love each other they might not work out.
little ball of fur
Alright people, shake it off, shake it off. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Aaaaand back to my Tumblr fast, which goes about as well as any diet.
Today I saw and read about things that filled me with such horror. You really have to be strong to have a heart and pay attention in the world. It can gut you. No wonder we are collectively addicted to distractions. The more you know about the depravity of some human beings, the harder it can be to breathe. I thought about discussing some of those things today but it was just too much.
I started yoga this week. It’s cool that you can catch a class in almost any city without huge registration issues like going to a gym or joining most sports. I’ve known for years that I should be doing yoga because I understand what it does and what it is. It is especially important for someone like me who is so skewed towards mental and emotional development that I really hate tending to the physical (ie sports and general outdoorsiness). The ideal state is a balance between mental, physical, and emotional to attain the balanced spiritual. That’s my assessment anyway. But my God, things like going to the gym seem so utterly boring it is offensive. I have too many things to process and see and learn and this mostly takes place in my head. It’s funny how the most physical people I know are also not the smartest and are often suspect of people who like to think. They have said to me, essentially, that there is no point to thinking. At which point I think to myself moron. But I also understand that I am exactly the same as that mental moron except that I am a physical moron. Well that all sounds harsh but, you know, we all are somewhat skewed more in two of the three directions and the thing is we sorely need to develop that third dimension of ourselves that is weak. So if you are a snowboarder type (I have yet to meet a serious snowboarder with heft of brain), you probably need to make sure you develop your intellect and don’t just mouth breathe on the hillsides, whereas someone like me, I have to find a way to stop stop stop the ruthless effusion of braincell expenditure and go outside and find something to take my mind off of all this Sh**! I think so much it should be considered a sport! Now after being bed-ridden for sometimes 19 hours a day, I have lost my stamina and have actually become so weak (At my best I am actually usually surprising strong and do have incredible endurance in spite of myself). Now I am like a… hmmm… I need to nurse myself back to normal.
I really cannot bear to go to a gym. It is so damn revolting to me in there. I tried, lord I tried back when I was strong but it just isn’t me. Plus I have become quite germaphobic and seeing people drip sweat makes me sick. I also have done martial arts on and off all my life but depression many years ago stopped me from continuing and then I tried again about five years ago but honestly, the things you see on the floor of a dojo… not for the germaphobic. Urgh. Pubes. Pieces of skin. SHudder.
ANyway, I have known I need to do yoga and had dabbled here and there but never got into it for various reasons. Now I know I NEED to. It is the right pace and with the right mindset. I have to say that some of the yoga people I have met are quite irritating in the way they have that beatific smile on their faces as they purport to tell you wise things. SOme things I have known about since I was five because of past life recall but they look me earnestly in the eye and share their words of guidance and wisdom while I smile appreciatively and inwardly roll my eyes. Give it a rest guru. I don’t say anything because I know they mean well and their hearts are in the right place but my God, just come back to earth! I love my cousins style of teaching yoga. SHe is a really advanced teacher and a really free spirit but she never tells anyone how to live and she smokes (wants to quit) and loves her wine and food, and just does what she wants with a twinkle in her eye. But she lives across the world so I cannot take regular classes with her.
So I took two classes this week and will take another tomorrow. The teacher had me pegged when she said I shouldn’t come every day becauase then I will stop coming. That is exactly my M.O. I take everything to the edge until I am so drained and exhausted by it (whatever it is), I never want to see/do it again. This time I will pace myself and try to take it slow and have some longevity in it.
It is said that your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness and in this I see it is true again. One of my greatest strengths is devouring that which interests me mentally until I fully understand/consume it. Then I get bored and move on. It is great for exercising brain muscles and murder on self-discipline and routine. I have no internal structure that fits in with the norm and it’s good and bad for me.
By the way, why the hell are so many yoga classes in the morning? What’s up morning people? Not me! Haha.
This is one of the gang of cute kittens at the front of the house. I made the mistake of buying these liver dumplings in Austria (thought they were normal dumplings) and so I gave them to the cats. I also gave them my leftover pasta with tomato sauce and parmesan. My God who would ever think that a cat would eat pasta, first of all, and then actually choose it over liver?! Italian cats! Haha. This kitten left the liver dumplings behind. The cats where I am are nothing like the legendary finicky cats of North America. These kitties eat everything including bread. I know, weird, right? Pasta eating kittens. Too funny.
Kitty says: I want to play but you’re a little intimidating…