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My father tells me that when I was still young enough to sleep in a crib, I chose books over stuffed animals to comfort me in bed. That is to say, words just might be my first love.

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Ready to Give In

It’s day three and I’m ready to throw in the towel. I’ve been cleansing, as I have done for several years now, with the seasonal change from Summer to Fall (and also Winter to Spring). I walked by the brewery and a cute guy from the rooftop was smiling at me. I wanted to go in. I was on my way to Yoga, to practice, not teach. Something I made sure to schedule in this week. The silks class was great, by the way, and exactly what I needed after a full day! Yesterday, when driving by the brewery, I also wanted to go in….hmmm…..is it about alcohol? I don’t think so, but what I notice is my desire to give in has to do with socializing. I’m standing in the kitchen, warming my kitchari on the stove

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