Indy

Well - I don't have much to say about this week. Nothing like last week, that's for sure. Indy has never been a favorite city of mine, and I think it will stay as such.

I did go out to dinner with a friend of mine from Kripalu, which was really nice. Ashley and I spoke about Kripalu as if it were a dream, a good dream at that. I can't believe I was there only a few months ago - it seems like years. I miss the silence and calm, not my life at all these days. In fact, I've failed to continue my Yoga practice lately. I did teach one class this weekend, which reminded me of how much I love it and need it. I'm headed to Chicago this week, and hope to catch a few classes. It's so interesting to watch the changes in the body and mind. At the beginning of the tour, I needed to attend classes, couldn't keep my own private practice, a month ago I didn't need classes, I was more content with my private practice, now I feel like I don't have the time and don't need it (but I know I do). Yes, I've been travelling a lot lately, dealing with a mortgage and moving into my new home, but those are terrible excuses. I have a gift card for a massage, perhaps I need to get there. Massages tend to remind my mind that my body still exists and vice versa. Perhaps Yoga will then blossom again? (See, even Jason is doing Yoga and I'm not -- what?!!!)

Indy was a fine weekend. Rather slow for us. It was a rainy weekend. Friday night there were 3, yes 3 thunderstorms, and the rain just poured. I woke in the middle of the night and paced my room, worried about the tents, until I realized I couldn't do anything but get a rood nights rest and deal with the situation in the morning fully awake. What would I do, go to the site and hold down one of the 22 legs of our tents hoping it wouldn't blow over. (I've been known to do this before and it's just plain stupid.) I had to give my trust and faith to my crew and myself for setting the tents up well. Saturday morning we drove into Indy and the tents looked untouched, except for the shining white tops that practically blinded us all in the sun. The rain and wind last night were really unbelievable. They cleaned our tents better than we'd ever seen them before. The tents were standing strong, had barely moved but a few inches. I was relieved and reminded of my crazy pacing last night. Ah well. What the devotion to a job can do, right? ;)

We made it though yet another weekend with only a month and a half left. We're all becoming a little more like ourselves, I think. I'm a little wilder (as most people know me), Kerri is finally feeling like herself again, Jason is barking orders as always (but with more gusto since Lexi wasn't here this weekend) and Giovanni is more sarcastic (in a good way) than I've seen her before. We are having a good time again, and ready to rock it in Evanston!