I am so happy to be in bed right now. I feel relieved to be between the covers with nothing between me and 8 hours of sleep. I can only pray that I sleep (sleep is elusive with me on a regular basis).

I've had just a great weekend. The NIN/JA show was Saturday night and all of my oldest friends came for it. I've been looking forward to it for forever. It was just as perfect as could be expected. In all respects.

I didn't sleep at all last night for many reasons. My life continues to be so crazy. I mean, it is what it is, it's just life and I've finally discovered it's all the new experiences I'm having, or just the experiences really, that make it so crazy. I'm no longer sure any of it is "bad" so much as tiring. Maybe that just means I'm getting old. After a night of no sleep... when the Yoga Alarm went off, I turned it off... barely able to open my eyes. But when the snooze came on and I picked up my phone and learned the news of Guruji's passing, I hopped out of bed, I put on the shirt I was wearing one of the times I was blessed to practice with him, turned on the stove in the kitchen and laid out my mat.

With gratitude and love, I had a really great home practice. The deep breath of the self when it is alone in the a room. Moved, I sat and chanted the Chalisa when I was done.

Om Namah Shivaya.