“🎶 Sometimes you feeeeee-llike a nut!” Thalia belts out an old candy bar jingle. “Sometimes you don’t.” Nia’s deadpan reply elicits Cal’s laughter. “Remember… when we first started going to yoga classes… in the strip mall by the garden center? We worried that people would think of us as… weirdos…”
Today's love letter was inspired by: https://www.gapingvoid.com/blog/2023/04/13/what-is-your-practice/
My longest standing practice has been a morning wander with a fourleg -- almost 30 years! Might not look great on a resume, but it's sure been good for my soul. 💜
First, a request for illumination: What fruit or vegetable occurs at both ends of the bar? I thought blueberry. Then red cabbage. Then turnip. (Remember my red/green shortcomings.) Then rutabaga. Then I stopped as it felt I’d followed the bread crumbs way too far into the deep, dark forest!
Studying the weight lifter, and with a recent haircut, I guessed it was you! Whomever was intended, it served well to illustrate the work which dedication to a given practice requires. 🙂
Stumped again (or at least unrooted), the vegetation in the foreground by the weightlifter’s feet?? Scaling to the overall drawing I suspect they are a bit smaller than a quick glance suggests?
I find it heartening to be in the company of weirdos and eccentrics. 😬