Namaste

Each time my yoga class ends with the word namaste, I truly feel at peace. Namaste has many variations of meaning but this is my favorite "I honor the divinity within me and honor the divinity within you." Beautiful right? Yoga always leaves my spirit renewed and feeling grateful for the family, friends, and simple joys (good conversations, the little victories, coffee, tea, being a nurse, running, cooking, turning the compost pile, gardening, spending time outside, sunshine, heaters, music, games, opportunities, challenges...) that make my life meaningful.

Tonight this yoga bliss lasted until I arrived home to find I have boxelder bugs all over my kitchen yet again! While my typical response to household bugs, is to live and let live, as long as they are not poisonous or ants (I really do not like ants), these bugs are getting into everything - my bed, my lunch, my hair, my journal, my coat, my teapot, my water glass... So this past weekend, I decided their lifestyle in my home must change for the dead, as I am unable to find and block their entry point. You'd think that they would be boxyounger bugs now considering how many of their elder's I've already had to dispose! I hold daily mass funerals prior to the procession to their final resting place.

But bugs aside, from mocha chocolate muffins for my second breakfast this morning, to having good neighbors, to the burgeoning opportunities, life is wonderful these days. Two years ago at my parent's house, I was pondering why I got med sep'd from the Peace Corps. I still don't know the answer to that question, but I know that I would not be the person I am today without all of the experiences I have had collectively thus far. And this renews my spirit of gratitude and peace.

Namaste.

Well, until I find more boxelder bugs!?