Last night during my practice it came -- that moment. A moment when it finally clicked both mentally and physically. I was out of my head and my body was just moving with the rhythm of my breath and the flow of the postures. I had strength, I had stamina, I had grace. I was able to do chatarungadandasana into upward facing dog with grace and the right way without touching the ground. It was a moment of realization for me somewhere deep. Then I lost it... I had it for only a moment and now my quest has turned into finding that place again.

Boredom has struck in with my appearance. As my friends well know, every couple years I take my long hair and chop it to very, very short. I am near that point of boredom. Instead I got 3 inches chopped off and put bright red streaks through the front. I love it.

My neighborhood is doing BOO again this year... the doorbell rings, a bag is sitting on the steps and a note explaining that you must continue this tradition with two of your neighbors. We, unfortunately, got booed twice in one day since we hadn't gotten to putting our note up yet. At least one neighbor recognized that I don't give my children things with dyes in them or a list of ingredients that I can't pronounce. I scream from the rooftops how I feel about candy and they ignore me.