I hate when I realize I've compromised my password. Just one of them... and once you've compromised it, you realize you've made a mistake.

My first day at work today was good. I went in with single focus to succeed. It's gonna be an interesting job. I have about 30 days to feel my way in and see where the twists and turns are before I'm put in the car. I'm all about the owners manual now!

I was gonna get up and do yoga but I realized this morning at 5:40 that I was too stressed about the changes going on and I wouldn't be able to focus if I practiced at home. I honestly feel too much respect for the teachers who have stepped up to the plate here in Seattle to even be open to an adjustment... I need to find the groove first. So I came home and I figured out the heater which is a fire place that is all digital... I got the room heated up to 80 and I laid out the mat and I did exactly what I said I was gonna do today... half primary. I cried through parts of it. I feel like I used to feel when I first started doing kapotasana... just gut wrenchingly stretched into a ball. That's a really good place to be. Let it go.

The other night I went out to dinner and the waiter had a tattoo on his forearm that said "Today is the best day of my life." I've been really thinking about that tattoo for the last couple days. Today is the best day of my life. The tattoo is the first one I've ever seen on someone else that truly hits me as something perfect to put on the body. The same right feeling I have about my tattoos. So I've been thinking on it.

My landlord owns a winery in Oregon... Oregon's best last year. He left me 3 bottles to try and I've been saving them for a special occasion... tonight I decided was the best day of my life so I opened the Bordeaux style to have for myself... it is delightful and worthy of the celebration.

And with the celebration, Rumi never fails to disappoint me:

Today's Rumi:

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape. Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest
sign that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now.