I feel like I have been slightly neglectful of writing this week.
Now that I have a few moments to myself, my thoughts feel a little overwhelmed. So many things fighting to get out, I just know nothing is going to be coherent at all. But perhaps that is just all the time anyways…. My brain tends to run ahead of my mouth, and I assume that everyone is on the same wavelength as me and is following along.
My new interest in Bikram yoga is straightening my spine and filling my mind with healthy thoughts. My muscles ache, but I feel tall. And strong. And clean.
It’s a West Coast sort of feeling. A nice granola-y, wheat grass drinking, portabello mushroom burger-eating, organic cotton-wearing, Patchouli smelling, soy bean, miso soup, vegan soap-using feeling.
I think part of it has to do with my cousin moving to Central Florida. Funnily enough, who would have thought out of the 4 cousins the 2 of us would end up living in Florida when we were adults. I think it’s the most bizarre of coincidences. But then, since considering our family, I wonder why I am surprised. But I think it is a fantastic thing.
Cousin dear and I are at opposite sides of the cousin age group. I am the oldest and she is the youngest. Somehow though, we have a ridiculous amount in common. Of course it’s family bond and all that, but more as well. And I am so happy that she moved from the East coast.
And so happy that she let me drag her to Bikram. Where she sweated, cursed me and denounced our bloodline. I know she still loves me. And I hope she knows how much I love her and am glad that she is here and part of my life. Love you Cuz. Not like this…. I just love you…