Beastmomma

I went to see an academic support person yesterday. I was skeptical about how the meeting would go and what suggestions I would get.  It was a pleasure to talk with this woman because I felt comfortable enough ranting about things to her.  She would listen and then say, "I agree."  This is profound in an environment where thinking outside the mainstream is valued.   Hopefully, things will turn around for me in a positive manner, sooner rather than later.

Poem: "Thanks, Robert Frost" by David Ray, from Music of Time: Selected and New Poems. © The Backwaters Press. 
Thanks, Robert Frost

Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought...
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.

I have been on an exercise kick for five days now. It makes me feel very sore, but I also enjoy spending time with my friends.  One of the people who has become an exercise buddy is Dude. He has a fancy gym at his apartment complex, so last night I picked him up for work and we headed to his place to exercise.  After exercising and eating dinner, I told him that we should do some yoga.  I demonstrated the tree pose only with my right foot because my left foot is sore.  He had some trouble keeping his balance.  I then told him that a good stretch was downward facing dog.  I demonstrated that position for him.  When he tried to do it, he immediately exclaimed, "Oh, help me! You are trying to kill me! Get me out of this!"  Since I am a sensitive person, I immediately started laughing.  Since karma comes fast and furiously, I also immediately farted about ten times in a row.  I did not even have a chance to think about holding it.  Of course, this made me laugh harder and poor Dude got up fast to move to the other side of the room to get away from the stench.  I apologized to him and he said, "It's all good." 

One thing which has struck me about the detoxing process is how frequently and furiously I burp and fart.   It will be nice to return to a normal pace of doing those things.

Sometimes, other people can express things I am feeling, better than me.