So, it's wierd to see a change in seasons. In some ways it is really cool. Like, the trees across the street are losing their leaves, turning a beautiful yellow orange color before falling away... and with each one that falls I get a bit more "water" view from the big window that is the wall of my apartment. I expect that when I get back here next time, the trees will be bare and while I sit here, with the fireplace on low, a glass of red wine to go with the ladies holiday as I do tonight, I'll be able to see the water and the lights sparking off of it.

I'm starting to find some type of groove...but just barely. Starting new things is always a wild ride...

Over the weekend a beautiful yogini came up and hung out with me. And last night we had blue fin tuna which was phenomenal.

I see so many people hurting around me right now. Love's that are lost, love's that can't be, love's that were and have changed to something that isn't quite love anymore but isn't yet lost. I see an equal amount of beautiful relationships but, for whatever reason, right now I know a few people, lovely people, hurting. I myself am hurting. It's like the trees losing their leaves though... a beauty in and of itself and something beautiful on the other side.

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti