
I finished writing chapter 10, which had been plaguing me for a while.
I ordered a new, longer yoga mat and will restart my Mysore practice again on Monday.
I started once-a-month therapy.
I became very close with an old neighbor and we have spent an inordinate amount of time together, talking, eating, crafting, meditating, crying. It's the very first relationship of its kind for both of us; he has never had a close friend who was gay and I have never had such a deep relationship with a straight man before. We are both healing a lot of old wounds. It's pretty incredible, and at times feels like being in love.
It is also scary for both of us in our own ways. We've talked about going to therapy together (since he recommended the therapist I started seeing).
This all came to me because I had dinner at P1's again last night.
(photo "Buddha Tears" by Blue Perez (c) 2007)
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