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Beginning last week I got into this habit of waking up for breakfast, going back to sleep, and then waking up again fifteen minutes later and getting ready for school.

When I woke up for the second time this morning I looked out the window and said aloud ¨Today is a great day.¨

Day 10 of good feelings.

Unfortunate departure from a rapidly founded friendship. Maybe it was less about the language barrier and more about the inability to listen. Unfortunate nonetheless.

This weekend was great for these reasons:
+ Homemade Flan for breakfast on Friday
+ Tilaran Windmill farm
+ Eating doughnuts for the first time in 3+ months
+ Farmer´s Market as always
+ Finishing Book 12 at Frisbee
+ Trivial Pursuit with Max and Katie at Dulce Marzo
+ Moon Shiva always. Finally getting into the spirit of things
+ Visiting my farm for Environmental Sustainability and learning how to make cow manure into a sustainable energy resource!
+ It´s totally summer.
+ Bright-eyed boys from Oregon who take you to climb strangler figs and make you dinner and may or may not let you ride on the back of their motorcycle even if it´s against the rules for you to do it.

just ate confetti cake for Molly´s birthday and it was SOOOOO good.

I reread my copy of Two Thousand and Great this morning and while that was only four months ago it´s amazing, absolutely amazing how much my perspective and vocabulary has changed since then.

growing new roots in fertile soil.
this morning we tromped around the forst behind the institute and I wondered if I smelled the earth or the air. Why is it so much easier for me breathe here? Is it physical or psychological? or both?

...I will not hold my breath. I will breathe while I know I can, without panic.



two thousand and shine.
two thousand and fine.

two thousand and nine.