 Practicing.. We teach each other a 75 minute class...this was more fun and informing than I thought it would be. I had a young man, a Bikram teacher, as my partner, which was fun, since I know oh so well what conditioning and training he has had. I too was there when beginning to teach yin.. Kinda of bossy and fast.. I had to leave before the conclusion of the training in order to catch the ferry to Roberts Creek to visit with my oldest BFF, Nora. We go back to 14 yrs old; pubescent, innocent... And navigate those tender teen years together, inseparable, ...which is a category she insists a it asked for, in out Senior year book. Out and into the pouring, icy rain... I board a huge Ferry and head into the unknown. When we dock, I walk the ramps freezing and soaked, only to see her happy, smiling face under a huge umbrella standing there in the monsoon.. Omg! We shriek in delight! We jump up and down.. It is exhilarating!  Follows so much heart opening laughter, nostalgia, filling in of each other's memories.. So much ... So much beauty. We go around her hood which is this sampling natural, and pristine environment. Nora takes me on a walk hike into the mossy greenwood era of British Columbia. We stroll up and down rich wet earth, gaze at smoke rising as the moisture burns off of them. We come upon a flowing creek where Nora says her children know this is the Spot her ashes will be emptied with a party of potato chips and beer to follow, right here under our feet, on the damp, green, sandy knoll we stand upon. I know this will transpire and I probably won't be there... Figuring this woman, born with an extra battery pack, is going to 100 yrs...
24 hours later I am back on the ferry in stocking feet... Long story. I climb up a huge hill to find my car and head to Vancouver where I left my cell phone behind at the studio.. And then drive back to Seattle.. What a week this has been.. My brain expanding at every turn.. Learning new maps, conjuring up old and ancient memories.. Some so deeply buried, that even with promoting I could not remember them at all. Back in Seattle I am pampered and fed and tucked in by sweet and loverly Ruth (Ditto) another old friend from Taos, NM. I have friends from different life stages. Ruth is one of those women that had a baby when I did, and we bonded around our life- altering event. Her son Lincoln still lives with her, and he is nocturnal just like my son, and makes music on his computer, and hibernates in his man/boy cave.. Our boys seem to share lots of characteristics. I return the rental car, and wait for my flight to LA where, yet one more rung in my soul sister ladder of support and love arrives at LAX to pick me up. Off to Tara's pad... Brief talk and a cozy bed.. I celebrate so many wonderful women life-long friendships that have endured the test of time. I feel so lucky to have so many strong, joyous, creative people in my life! My last day in LA has arrived, and I am detailing my bags and plans. Tonight I head off across the planet to a familiar yet exotic new home for the next seven weeks. Ok Australia... I am on my way! Seamlessly this blog will continue ... The way orange turns to red and ligaments turn to connective tissue to bone..
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