Crow!!!

Joseph, a friend of mine and an amateur astrologer, shared critical moments with me over the last year along with candid descriptions of his own methods of understanding and experiencing his long life. From them came what little I know about the guitar, my alternative view of all medical knowledge I gained in undergrad and patient care, and an obsession with Normal Rockwell. He gave me wonderful art supplies he no longer has the sight to use and was the subject of my first portrait. He is the reason why I can use my continuing education to entertain imposters like popular media and conspiracy theories with a grain of Himalayan Crystal Salt. I will refrain from a more detailed description of my friend because he is still out there somewhere and would most likely prefer to remain as far "off-the-grid" as possible, but my twenty-fifth year, he predicts, is to come with blessings that rival some of the challenges of the last two. That forecast in mind- bring it on 25!

My father and stepmother will be vacationing over my birthday, so I welcomed an early well wishing for the "quarter-of-a-century-mark". It was the first reference to my own age that has ever produced a sensation of its relativity to death. I am far from preoccupied with my own mortality at this point, but I have noticed more of a motivation to cultivate skills of long term benefit. I have stuck with an exercise routine for about a month now; I feel healthier than ever, and I am determined to keep it that way. I'm pinning and attempting new recipes that reflect the kind of diet and culinary skills I would like to share with the rather functional family I project for my future self. I have a ton more to learn and even more strength to gain in just about every area of my life; focus and discipline are apparently the first of many hurdles, but little seems possible coming from a lethargic and toxic perspective.

The subject line refers to a basic yoga pose I considered hopelessly impossible until the moment it wasn't. It involves supporting my entire body weight with my arms. Granted, my body weight is relatively little, but my arms are relatively even littler, and my balance and coordination... I leave it to your imagination. BUT Yesterday I lifted one foot and then the other without falling on my head. I think that's the best we can hope for sometimes. Have a good day everybody.