Currently, my hoosier neighbors are playing loud music and dancing in the rain in the alley. It is not pretty, but it's amusing and it's making us smile. By loud music, I mean they have amps set up in their garage. There is a live band playing and the gypsies of white trash are dancing in the street. We took pictures, but it's not the same seeing it in person.

I had teacher training all weekend. I am so tired. When I get tired I say things like, "I'm so tired I could kill a kitten," or something terrible. I don't mean it. I love kittens, almost as much as dogs. Last teacher training weekend I laid in bed at bed time and kicked my legs a few times and said "I'M SO TIRED... I HAVE RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME." So tired I couldn't sleep. My body is like... exhausted. And I do not have restless leg syndrome. I'm sorry for the people that do.

Thankfully, Alisha called me this weekend.  Sometimes I forget her because she lives 35 minutes away and our lives are totally separate, except that we used to live in the same town and we know the same people and we both love Jesus. I'm sorry, Alisha. I miss you. But she called, and she made me gluten free pancakes and coffee, with mango orange juice and vanilla bean greek yogurt... and some grapes. We talked. It's good to talk to a Kindred Spirit in the midst of being with basic strangers who believe very differently from you all weekend long. There was a point today where I started to drift to sleep as my teacher broke down back bends. My butt was asleep too. I told Alisha I was so tired I could cut my skin off. I don't even know that that means, but I just say inappropriate, violent things when I'm tired. I told my training friend I was going to punch her in the throat, joking of course, and I talked about PMS and poop too much.

Tyler and I just watched Fantastic Mr. Fox. I read that book a few months ago. In the movie they say, "What the cuss?" and "You scared the cuss out of me." It made me laugh. I should start saying cuss instead of shit. George Clooney played the fox well, almost the same character as in Oceans 11. And O, Brother Where Art Thou?

If anything, I am thankful for this yoga training because it's causing me to think. I had to think in college. I had to think when I worked at Connections. And I'm thinking now because this training is pushing me to ask why, in a good way. On Friday I got to training early, so I went to Starbucks, washed my armpits in the bathroom, and got one of those stupid coffee pops because I'm scared to drink real coffee after 4pm. I sat at a table. A guy asked if he could sit with me. I told him yes, and then got my phone out. I opened my bible app and these verses were there from Colossians 1:

¹⁵  He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. ¹⁶ For by^[a] him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. ¹⁷ And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

I was thankful to be reminded of this right before my long weekend of yoga.

And then I left Starbucks, because it felt weird to sit at a table with a stranger. 

There is a lot more in my brain, but I'll let it sit there while I sleep. I'm trying not to be cynical about the things I'm learning at training. I'm learning lots of good things, but they lack foundation. Love people. That's a good thing. I can affirm that. But why love people? Because a yogi said so? My life-lens is not yoga, it's the Gospel. Yoga is just another thing that I do and see through the lens of the Gospel. Or, at least I'm trying to.

Sleepy time. I'm going to buy a buckwheat pillow tomorrow in hopes that my neck will stop cricking.