miller's crossing

 

Wet. Wet. Wet.

Bam! ... If it isn't the end of summer....

Cold rain.

Blah....

Thank god/dess/allah/buddha/etc. for yoga! Sweat and stretch it out. I forget how powerful yoga can be for changing your mindstate. ... I'm much better now. But earlier today the best I could do was the following for the site:

If only this rain would wash away all my self doubts and self loathing. Wash away the dirt and grime of September sulking. ... I'm heavy in mood and barely able to stand being in the same room as myself. I'm cranky that I'm cranky. Where are my foggy, rose-colored glasses? This had better be the price for some positive change.

Waiting....

Patience -- a virtue? One of the six perfections.

Sigh....

What do you want?