But I really feel more like Bob Geldof

After nine (count 'em) NINE consecutive gray days of rain, sleet and ice, the sun came out. I mean to say--it burst into the morning and did a snoopy dance with my heart all day.

That was a day when the wind was just just right.

But what about days like today? I know the Rumi poem is meant to remind us that everyday is such a day. But it's hard to be excited about another gray Monday--the first of another eight more to come?

Good day to mainline music, aroma, touch. I guess I'll try that.

Here's something from the happiest band in the world:

Hope has come, you are safe
And it makes me cry
Because I'm on my way
On my way
On my way
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me shine

Sun
Soon, you'll be okay
Sun
Soon, you'll be okay
And it makes me smile
Because I'm on my way

Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me smile
All around
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me smile
All around, all around

Today is such a day

I as a little witchy last night. At the end of my yoga class, we were sitting in the quiet and I thought these words:

On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
day.

I didn't make up those words. It's the beginning of a Rumi poem that I love.

When our teacher started saying her closing words, she opened a book and read that exact poem. It was so strange.

There are no new ideas... but they're not all bad

Colette Brooks took my idea... I'll share it here (because not being lazy was not a resolution!)

01.02.2007
In 2007 You Are as Good as Your Word

I'm not big on New Year's resolutions, never have been. Except for resolving to shed the few pounds I gain as soon as the ocean temp drops enough to dictate a winter wetsuit. Okay, that hardly constitutes a resolution. Resolutions are steeped in firmness of purpose not firmness of buttocks.

A girlfriend of mine recently told me that this year she has decided to embrace "a word" rather than a series of commitments or goals.

Now that's something I can honestly get behind - not just for its simplicity, but much like interpretive dance, it provides ample wiggle room to screw up without feeling like a big loser.

On that note, my word for 2007 is consciousness.

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I was going more for awareness, but I like consciousness, too. Awareness feels more intense to me. What I'm going for is more like what Geena Davis was expressing in "Thelma and Louise" when she said "I feel AWAKE."


On New Year's Day I took part in a ritual yoga practice: 108 sun salutations followed by yoga nidra practice. 108 sun salutations took about three hours. It was physically and emotionally challenging. As a moving meditation, I watched my mind go from a sort of agitated state in the beginning, to an awareness that I was no longer agitated, to empty, to surrendered to my intention to finish 108 sun salutations.

I did them all.

I felt like every cell in my body was AWAKE, conscious.

I've been sore for three days now, but it was worth it. And that's what I want to try to remember going into this year.

A little effort is required, in fact. You can't actually be lazy AND conscious.

So... there you go.