May 22, 2008

what happened to may?

the memorial day weekend is upon us. how did this happen? it's nearly the end of the month, and the un-official start of summer. may has been a pretty blissy month. for my holiday weekend, i'm taking off to fully belly farm for a camping yoga retreat. sleeping in a tent under the stars and practicing yoga outside a couple times a day sounds heavenly. and with that, i'm off to pack.

May 3, 2008

p.s. about work

while i am on the peace 'n' love high from yoga, i want to quickly mention a few thing i love about my job, since i spend a decent amount complaining about advertising and how it goes against much of my beliefs.

in no particular order, i really appreciate:
getting to dress like a 12 year old every day
the enthusiasm and passion many there have for the work they do
many of the people i work with are really cool people
i have (or take) more flexibility than many workerbees receive
i don't sit in meetings all day in a corporate environment
it's a dog friendly office
the brisk walks to and from BART
health insurance
a 401k!!!
i get to be a creative problem solver and make things happen
that taking off a day to go snowboarding totally counts for calling in sick
my tattoos are considered a good thing, not something to hide.

see, it isn't all bad....

It came to me a while ago.

It was a general epiphany from the darkness of the Tulum sweat lodge, but while it made good sense it wasn't currently applicable. From out of nowhere this thought came into my brain:

There is power and magic in the darkness, for from the darkness comes light.

It sounds deep and meaningful, no? I love when obscure thoughts get placed into my brain like this one did.

It's going to be something I repeat back to myself, along with the thought that difficult times and illness can be our most powerful teachers. I've been procrastinating on blogging this, but I need some significant knee surgery. On both knees. Two surgeries each knee, in fact. The first has a one month recovery, the second is s-i-x months of recovery. That thought is scary to me on so many levels.

It's the second weekend of the yoga Immersion. So much information, such a supportive environment, and dammit, I Love The Yoga!