blissfully tired…

what a week…and still a few days to go. all week has been yoga yoga yoga and now the omega conference with the most inspiring speakers and the most delightful people all communing here in new york city…i’m still processing it all but have so much to share once i do get my head around it.

i’ve had the opportunity to listen to mia farrow speak about darfur, and caroline myss spoke about st. teresa of avila. rev. michael beckwith spoke about spiritual evolution, andrew harvey read rumi poems passionately, valerie plame wilson shared her strength in speaking your truth… and that’s not all…and would you believe i still have another day?

my head is spinning…

downstairs from deanna’s pad a party is in full motion…latino music and laughter pulsing through the floor. and  just one street over there is an exquisite courtyard filled with daffodils and the most artistically shaped trees in full springtime bloom, the delicate pink and white petals being lifted on the warm evening breeze and drifting through the soft muted yellow of the street lamp to layer the path like snow.

i am so thankful to be bearing witness to all of this, this evening. but it’s time for me to go to sleep…and so good night to all of you, and good night, moon…

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