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I feel something furry.
I open my eyes and spy my puppy (she’s actually 13…but immature)
She saunters past me.
We’re all outdoors, on the floor, on yoga mats.
I go to grab Milly as she goes to French kiss my friend Nancy.
When Nancy doesn’t sit up and scream dog germs…
I know she’s asleep.
Who sleeps in a Soundbath?
It’s loud.
You’re literally bathed in sound.
Sometimes you see colors.
I’m thinking it’s like an acid trip.
Minus the acid.
The sounds and vibrations put you into a deep meditative state.
But now I’m wide awake.
Amy smiles at me.
She sees my dog nuzzle everyone.
Amy Rose is a yoga instructor, and she’s certified in Reiki and Soundbath.
And she’s a goddess.
She looks like Julia Roberts.
She claims to be 50…
I think she’s 30 & lies up to seem even more gorgeous.
Gorgeous on the inside too.
She believes the small kindnesses you do save people in big ways.
And she likes dogs at her Soundbath and yoga classes.
She comes back over to teach yoga.
We’re all outdoors on the floor again.
But this week somehow Milly broke her toe.
Shes’s in a cast.
So like Captain Hook‘s crocodile I can hear her coming.
I keep an eye on her as she looks for someone to lick.
She stops by my friend Andrea.
Andrea’s mat is green
And perhaps it looks like grass?
Milly proceeds to relive herself on the mat.
I die.
Well, first I clean it up.
Then I die.
In Milly’s defense she’s on painkillers that may affect her judgement…
Andrea is lovely about it.
She even helps me clean up.
But shit,
Literally shit.
Amy just smiles while I wash the mat.
Then we all go back to downward dog.
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