I used to make a lot more political posts ... back when I was a new mom and I was sure that I had it all figured out When I, pretty seriously even if I wouldn't admit it, thought that if you did x or y or z with/to/near your children you were simply not an evolved parent at all. People that I've known through that stage and beyond sometimes comment on it. I also resopnd that it's the yoga... With yoga comes a mindful and moderate mind... As a wise teacher I know but haven't seen in weeks (*sob*) once told me "There is no fun in fundamentalism."

I think I've been having too much fun lately though.

Kathy is doing a raw food cleanse. I should be doing that... I have this opportunity without the practice and instead I look at it as this total bummer, this thing I miss.. instead... I could be doing a cleanse, I could be studying the sutras...

Instead I'm eating like crap and drinking alcohol. It's like I've given myself free reign to wallow in my own self-pity and choose those cliche "make you feel better" choices.

I read this article today and it has me really thinking. My first reaction was "Heck, I'm glad these things could save my life" (although, I guess, they already did or, in the least, the death that one must go through when under a treatment of radiation, anti-nausea pills and chemo). Then it hit me that I was talking about a woman who's breasts saved her in a war....