Wow today has been just a day. I woke up this morning feeling off and just a bit emotional. The post full moon mood, I suppose. Or maybe it was the wine I drank the night before in honor of the full moon. Or maybe it was the stress from all the fire drama. It's funny how the line of people you talk to either checking on them or them checking on you in a situation like changes on a daily basis. As time moves on, it becomes the people you talk to less and less often... until it's the precusory (man I can't figure out how to spell that word) phone call from someone you haven't spoken to in months or a year. The stress of the thing continues alongside the niggling feeling of being over dramatic.

Drama is really the word of the day. Drama. I've never dealt with so much drama in my professional life before and it's an interesting situation to be in. I often find myself wondering if it is self-made, part of the start up culture, part of the role/position or just part of life that I never noticed before. I am often told I'm oblivious to stuff going on around me and I'm beginning to think I really have been.

I got so spun out that about 1, I put on some Krishna Das, turned on the heater in the empty living room of the house I'm staying in, put the mat on the hard wood floors and practiced with the Seattle sunlight shining through the big window in the living room. Breathe... fresh clean breathe. It's hard to believe I ever opt to not practice. The experience and the long term effects are so dramatic and amazing that I can't believe I'm not a crack ashtanga addict.

JumpsThruSomeday is teaching tomorrow... I won't know til morning if I am/get to go. I hope so. Even if I don't hold out much hope.

My kids have adjusted to life here in Seattle and the group of kids they've been hanging out with. Today on the way back from Whole Foods where we bought stuff to make soup and salada and pizza for dinner, they had a discussion in the back of the car about all the ways they could "call in sick" to school so they could stay past Sunday. They've had so much freedom up here. It really is a different way of life. Laid back, I guess. California is definitely where I live and I can't imagine not living there... but this area is so much different. It's hard to put into words but very vivid. When my friend C moved to SoCal from here last year it was the first thing he noticed. It's in the energy.

I made Moroccan Lentil Soup tonight with cannellini beans and a whole jar of saffron. I'm never sure whether saffron really does anything or not... it's like tasteless and then I wonder if I'm paying $15 just to color my soup orange.

Tonight I was so peaceful. Everything seemed in the right places at the right times. After such a stressful and dramatic day... it was nice to just be in this place that feels so much like home and not in the "home physically" type of way... just the internal place of feeling comfortable and secure.

To all of you who've lost your homes and/or are still suffering, every ounce of love and compassion I can create in my heart goes out to you.