Unique Times

Somedays fun is just feeling blessed for a new day. It’s not always bells and whistles and sugar and spice and everything nice and that’s ok.

Fun Fri-Yay turned Freaky overnight. From 108 temperatures Tuesday to 68 the next, days have been eerie and unpredictable. I tossed and turned all night and even the animals were restless. On a canoe one day with prisine weather and then everything went dark overnight. The sun never came up and at 8 a.m. as I worked with a client that morning and we both agreed it felt like earthquake weather. My daughter says, “there is no causation between muggy, still weather” and I say, “what does she know”. “They” also say there is no climate and we know that’s crazy. All I know is the dogs and cats were going ballistic and they act on instinct so I kept them in all day. We’ve never had anything like it before that I can remember anyway. By 11:00 a.m. it was clear that the night was here to stay and by 3:00 it seemed like 8:00 p.m. It was so acropolyptic… out of the twilight zone, eerie in a weird way and I have to say I rather liked it. I love those days that aren’t predictable and keep you on your toes. I kept running in and out to take pictures between clients but could never capture the actual lighting and depth of what I was seeing.

I just wanted to curl up on the couch with my animals and put the T.V. on which I never do which caught me by surprise. I got texts and calls from some freaking out. It did feel like a sci fi movie in and of itself.

San Francisco Pictures

I actually debated on teaching yoga with so much ash in the air and unsafe air quality levels but what’s better than yoga when the sky is falling or it feels like it is. Lol! It was exactly “what the doctor ordered” one on our yogini’s said and it was beautiful to come together in movement and prayer. We did a “rain dance” (no luck there), sent blessings to the fire fighters and to those who have lost loved ones to suicide and others who feel threatened by internal thoughts in honor of suicide prevention month. We counted our blessings and whined and wined as we toasted. I read the poem “Rise” from Maria Teresa Pratico’s poetry book one of our talented word press friends known as Ladysag77 at Emotional Musings which was beautiful and capped off our night.

Last night was another night of wrestlessness for all as we banged into each other. I stared at the ceiling for hours the animals out the window, adjusted pillows, tried to get comfortable but nothing helped. We all have those nights, except my husband who can sleep through anything most of the time. I thought I may as well get up and get a jump start to my day but thought better of it when I finally drifted off to sleep.

This morning I woke up with a stiff neck, am late with my post and it isn’t feeling like “Fun Fri-Yay”. It dawned on me as if by surprise it was 9/11 and one of my Godson’s birthday. It’s Hard to imagaine 19 years ago we faced this horrific tragedy and the suffering of the attack still lingers for many. My heart goes out to all that have been affected and to New York. We have rebuilt Ground Zero thankfully in the same way we will rebuild from Covid.

Happy Birthday Aidan a blessing and a gift which brings light to the day and to all of those others who share this birthday. May we remember that we will rise again stronger better and unitied.

So my “Fun Fri-Yay” Friends, today my fun is going to be a walk, some yoga, talking with some of you, writing and getting back in my jammies and watching T.V. with my aniamals.

Have a wonderful weekend and many blessings to you!

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Cindy

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