I found another drum beat I want to run to. Carlos Santana. Supernatural. Track Eight, especially. Migra is the best. Love It. We were driving to work. The sun was in my eyes so I had them closed. There, the in the self-induced dark I was introduced to something new to run to. I could feel exactly how it would work. The beat was exactly to my best tempo. I was running in my mind. I wish I had a way to extract Billy Johnson, Carter Beauford, Horatio Hernandez, Rodney Holmes, Greg Bissonette and Jimmy Keegan (and everyone on percussion) from the horns, vocals and other whatnots that only clog the mesmerizing sound.
In something unrelated to Santana but along the lines of drums, BubbleGum graced us with an almost 10 minute YouTube performance of ‘Gravity’ (from the tour that started last week in Florida). I know there are artists out there who hold onto their sound and won’t share it for the world and they have their reasons, but I admire the chance takers. It’s as if BG is saying, “sorry you couldn’t make it to the show, but here’s a little something…”, and it’s not a short tease of the song – it’s the whole d*mned thing. But, but, but what got me was J.J.J. on drums, hiding out in the back. I could care less about the sqealing guitar solo (you go, boy), J3 had it going on. He doesn’t sit in his seat and primly mark the beat. He flails around as if his life depends on it, smoking all the while. It cracks me up. So, check out the BubbleGum site. Wait for JM to do his grand finale guitar solo, take a moment to appreciate the talent, then look for J3 in the back. Drums. Gets me everytime. Seriously.
I couldn’t find my shirt and didn’t want to practice topless. I didn’t think Now & Zen would appreciate it. So. So, I skipped class for the 3rd week in a row. I needed this class. I really, really needed this class. My solution was to try a little restorative yoga at home. My favorite instructor was right – what I was avoiding was exactly what I needed. It’s cold in my yoga “studio” so I wore a sweatshirt; a blessing in disguise. As I hung over in a standing forward bend the hood fell over my head and stayed. From then on, every pose was shrouded in private purple. It was bliss to stay in each pose for at least fuller minutes. There was darkness and warmth in my hood. I needed this. Child’s pose -> extended child’s pose -> star pose -> seated straddle forward bend -> seated forward bend (probably the most relaxing of all poses. I let my stomach and chest rest full weight on my legs and almost fell asleep) -> supine twist -> child’s pose to end.
I’m guilty of making a foofaraw about nothing. Well, it’s not exactly n o t h i n g, but who’s keeping score? I spent 40 minutes this morning unloading on my husband on the way into work. By the way, why do these things always happen in the car? I ranted & raved about someone less sane than me, myself & moi (imagine that).
I like this word of mouth advertising; this Pass-It-On recommending. 
Dress sticker and for the first time, ever I’m paying attention to what it means, even though it wasn’t addressed to me. On February 2nd (my birthday- how appropriate!) I should wear red to show my support and help raise awareness about women and cardiovascular disease. Right on.
I haven’t posted a book review in quite some time. Honestly, it’s because I haven’t finished a book since the
Preface: Last night I got a chance to give my friend her Christmas gift. A mandolin ornament for her tree…for next year. She was so gracious she said, “I’ll hang it up in my room now, because it’s perfect.” She always knows the right things to say to make me feel welcome. Welcome.
I contemplated adding this to 
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