This is probably a chicken's dream: no eggs.
It has been 48 hours since the snow tapered off, leaving us with approximately two feet on the ground. Frighteningly, the Weather Channel is calling for an additional 10-20″ of fresh powder tomorrow.
Yes, this the same girl who was jumping out of her skin at the initial forecast of 24 inches, so you might be asking yourself, “What has changed?” Well, I’ll tell you what has changed.
Since moving to DC 13 years ago, I’ve gotten used to a different kind of winter than I grew up with in Michigan. Here, winter doesn’t last five solid months, Mother Nature will sometimes throw us an odd 70 degree day in December, and we generally only see one decent snowfall all winter.
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It’s rare that I feel like I’m walking around under a dark cloud. I generally consider myself a lucky person.
But tonight, Lady Luck was not on my side.
It seems like it’s been a longer-than-normal and drier-than-average winter. My hands and lips are cracked, and every morning I wake up with a dry and crusty nose. (Apologies in advance – this post will get worse before it gets better.)
In fact, it’s been so dry I’ve woken with a bloody nose more than once, and more often than not these days, my Kleenex looks like it’s filled with Fruity Pebbles when I blow my nose. (Ewwww… there, I said it so you don’t have to.)
I promise, this won’t become a blog about yoga. I’m more than one-dimensional, even if I’m not acting like it.
That said, this post is about a random thought that occurred to me during yoga tonight.
We very often are instructed to “connect our hands in prayer in front of our hearts” with our eyes closed. Cool. That’s self-explanatory.
Tonight, my instructor Ximena – a name that I swear I didn’t know how to properly pronounce until I heard her say it in class three months ago – gave slightly different instructions. What she said made me want to crack my eyes a slit and see if we had any new male yogis in the room. She said:
Join your hands in prayer.
Now place them in front of your Third Eye.
Am I the only person who finds it plausible that a new student might – just MIGHT – drop his hands instead of raise them? I’m just wondering.
And yes, this is where my mind goes when I am supposed to be sending loving kindness to the world. I can only hope that karma turns a blind eye.
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