Note to world #2212

She took one of those “naps” that turned into an entire afternoon of fatigue.

She slipped into a deeply sleepy stupor and even dreamed about being unable to open her eyes again. It was an odd feeling, that of being blind but knowing she still had vision – the ability to see – just underneath her tired, heavy eyelids.

“Who else,” she wondered, “had felt this sensation, too? Politicians, maybe?” And with that mildly disturbing thought, she wandered off to prepare a cup of coffee for herself.

The (f)art of yoga

Day 3 @ yoga retreat and my big wisdom arrives: Yoga is really about farting without shame. I mean, I spent an incredible amount of time trying to control my own flatulence, and heard many many people around me releasing their own gas.  

When I browsed the gift shop, in fact, all the books made more sense when I added some flatulence focus to them: 

1/ “Fart without effort” – how to squeeze out the most resistant flatulence

2/ “Yoga escapes” – how to move from the smell of your own farts during yoga 

3/ “Fart with your yoga partner – and enjoy it” – about the practice of yoga farting in pairs 

4/ “The yoga of gas pains” – how to combat gassy bloating during yoga  

5/ and the book for me – “Yoga farting for beginners”

Note to world #6464

She loved nothing more than things that there both funny and true. And if she could throw in just a little bit of sadness – even better.  

For her, such things created a feeling eerily similar to the one she felt when eating the perfect potato chips …. happiness laced with addiction. 

note to world #9947

She had been using Google searches to mask her ignorance for years but lately The Goog was failing her.  Like today, when a shiny new colleague she wanted to impress said he would do some “G2”, Google came back with this (which she knew just could not be right)……

G2, an informal group of fossil bird eggs from the Gobi desert that were later named Gobioolithus major.


Dog love 8

Another stormy morning. 

To make the best of it, I walked extra far with my thoughts and the dog as company. 

By the end, I felt there was something almost mystical about sipping hot coffee mixed with rain when you’re holding a bag of dog poop.