Are you okay?

Gilroy, CA

That was the message I got, over and over, via text and email and comments on the blog right after I posted that photo of myself that I agree, in retrospect, looks sad. How wonderful this blogging community is -- how loved and cared for and watched over we are, each to the other.

I am okay.

I really do need to go back to yoga, though, and plan on doing so this Saturday. Why is it that we drop the things we know we need to do, let them slide, get lazy, forget the essentials and are then sort of freaked out when we go back, knock ourselves upside the head -- why, why am I so dumb to have let this go? Maybe I should speak for myself -- maybe you are diligently chanting and exercising, releasing stress hormones, doing positive affirmations and a gratitude journal practice, having sex twice a day or twice a week (twice a year?) and don't know what the heck I'm talking about. I've instituted another news black-out -- this one prompted by all the mayhem and insanity in Israel (and don't ask me to defend Israel's "right to protect itself" or Hamas' insane rocket launching because I think it's all, all madness) and then the plight of the Central American children in Texas and California (how vile are the people that "want America back?" or who claim we can't accept these children). I sound like a doddering liberal fool, don't I? We're all so ineffectual, aren't we -- all talk and rant and rave as if it will change one bit of what goes on in this crazy world.

I don't have any answers but only opinions and that doesn't get anyone anywhere. But I'm okay, so thank you for asking.