on bucking wheat

Just now, following my intuition, I took the loaf my whole-wheat bread out of the cupboard, walked it outside, and threw it onto the compost pile. There it now sits with the bagels someone had given me earlier in the week. During a brief Wiser Self meditation last night, while working on my Forrest Yoga teacher training homework, I asked Spirit what I could do to hew the Path and realize the Tao within myself. A soft, quiet, patient voice inside me responded, telling me to get serious about this New Way and stop eating refined sugars and wheat. Perhaps if I stop toxifying my innards with lumps of gas-producing and highly processed materials, I can get my psoas muscles to loosen up and my dura to unwind. Pray it be so, aho.

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biohazard in Houston

In the last day, I met a dozen new people, was forced to move rooms due to a biohazard incident, completed my first yoga teacher training session, cried for at least fifteen minutes straight, got to know the Westheimer strip in Midtown pretty well, and bought three matching, light blue women's exercise shorts. If nothing else, change is in the air (and I don't mean the pennies I just threw at that pesky fucking rock pigeon).

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