I got to fly back to San Diego today. I am becoming enough of a frequent flier that I now classify the individual lucky enough to sit next to me. I always take the same seat on the plane, 3A. If 3A is taken, I take 2A. So when someone sits next to me, I can immediately tell a few things about them such as, will this person want to talk the entire flight? I have to admit, in the past, being so freaked out about flying that I would enjoy talking but not so much anymore. I try to take the time on a plane now for me. I take those 2.5 hours and I play music and I literally WATCH the earth going by. I love flying over Shasta and trying to find familiar places. I think. That's what I do, I think. So when someone sits down and I'm pretty sure they're gonna wanna chat, I don the headphones loud and fast. It's not that I mean to be mean but, my life as crazy as it is, I take the opportunties where I can find them.

The big news here in SoCal (and I truly am a California Princess in all the ways in which it was originally intended by my dear friend Andrew when Tiff and I flew to Chicago in January and nearly passed out from frostbite waiting for the yoga studio to open at 5am) ... anyway the big news is the new skatepark that just opened. It's about a mile away and The Son is totally stoked and can't wait to go. He's a little nervous so we're gonna go and watch first and check it out. The other day I read an interview with The Son's cousin in one of the big skate magazines where he talked about the park. He illuminated, as does the sign above, the irony that the skatepark is literally across the street from the police station.

I've decided to do the responsible thing and take care of my huge huge huge mistakes that I've made over the last couple years financially. This elminates my ability to do certain things but it is what is best as I endeavor to recreate the universe that keeps me in my body.

The body! I'm really trying to go patient and observe all the sensations with my body while practicing. I'm trying to figure out how to do poses and notice the things my body does out of fear of injury from my surgeries. I want to watch them and feel them out and see if I can change them. Letting go would be preferable but baby steps are needed here for me.

The whirlwind and craziness of life never ceases. I've stopped trying to figure out where I'm going or what I'm doing and I'm just letting everything hit me and land. I think this is why I'm no longer so freaked out on airplanes too. Instead of being scared I just sorta think "Well, heck, if this is what happens, if the plane crashes, then it does, what can I do." I know, not magical... just something I was never able to do before.

Someday, I'm gonna think "I feel comfortable" and it will be true.