I went to the zoo the other day. There I saw some playful, chattering lemurs. Suddenly I understood where Monkey Boy’s stolen tail and squeaky voice had come from and why it felt so natural to call him Monkey Boy. Unless something more sinister was afoot, his mother had been doing some ethically questionable monkeying around (ahem) with the gene pool. Mystery solved. Sigh of relief…maybe.
Things are changing, in some good ways and some bad. Change is rarely easy. It’s unfamiliar, scary, invasive, sometimes violent but it’s also the thing that keeps the heart pumping and the synapses snapping. And like warm cake fresh from the oven, daily yoga makes everything better. Overall, there is stasis. The good is counterbalanced by the bad and vice versa. I keep making efforts to tip the scales toward the former. So to that end, here are some positive thoughts:
The sun is shining
the sakura is about to blossom
and the oatmeal isn’t lumpy.