Can you hear the waves crashing?
I don’t believe in mid-life crises. I don’t. And lately I am consumed with images of a beautiful home on the beach with floor to ceiling windows. I don’t even like the beach. [Too much sand. But it does feel good between my toes. And the sound of the waves.] And dancing wild salsa. And a minimalist home. And then I found Havi Brooks. And I heard her tell me to keep a journal. I kept a journal all through my teenaged years. I am not a teenager. This is a journal. Sort of. And I am not having a mid-life anything.
It is important to understand that while I have imagined myself as someone with a regular meditation practice and a regular yoga practice, I don’t really know how to do either (unless you count listening to Pema Chodrön’s tapes and a high school yoga class).
