2 hrs of Consultation 2 hrs for beer/lunch 2 hr for massage...where did the day go

Ok what are the chances that the Kripalu Ayravedic teacher and practicioner family live on 9h in Clavereck...near Georgette's farm. A lovely man that gave me two hours of his time( ok I payed $30)..but he was very good..and I ended up with some simple life changes and oil. He thought I was in great shape for my age..which made me feel very good, however, I am already very greatful to be in the eye of the huricane and know that like all of us..when we are enjoying the came that the turbulence is just ahead.. It is all about living whether in free fall spiral or just coasting along. He also said to do the waterfalls and rub my legs with Coconut oil... Walking 20 minutes a day here is no problem, except that I will try to rent a automatic scooter today. Olivares will not be surprised that he gave me a bottle of seaseme oil and said I should chew at night and in the morning. My right gland is very swollen and I know there has been a major event in my mouth...so all made sense.... and Rick and Jan would not be surprised that he said anything inverted is great..amazing.. so I will do breathing, shower and waterfalls daily.. and I suspect the legs will be much better. He drew lots of pictures and explained things very clearly...I got most of it..but it was a two hr crash sourse and I crashed. The Gecko books had a pretty simple book which I am now reading and using his notes. So the day was not filled with pictures and I had a camera issue... which since I was taking a long lunch and reading (which interprets as 2 large Chung) I decided not to tackle. I took the lens off and rest it and it is fine.

Re the dentist... I will know nothing until Thursday..when he will put in two more post and take impression.. I think it will take another week after that..but i  will not have to go  every day.

One of the biggest problems in vowing to make changes is not honestly assessing the depth of attachment to the way things are.. It has been very interting to see how I am attached to things that I am not fond of or that have been a habit. Rather like the sand in the shoe...hou get use to it...and while you “know” it is uncomfortable, you keep walkting....

 

I have met some very nice people who have spent time chatting.. Graham is from London and he does commercial painting..works for himself..and had a group of peoplewho feed him work. This is a slow time for him..so he is off to enjoy Asia.. he was reading a metaphysical book.. I don't know the girl's name but she was reading Love Story. It is very strange to me to be sitting looking at all the amazing lives that are coming at you to be reading... I read an interesting article in the BKK Post..and it said, it you are changing your life...change your lable...so this guy lived in the city but loved trekking..so to get himself to not use the lift or walk rather than drive...he wrote a poem which I have made mine

I am an urban ranger

I walk, its what I do

The city is my wilderness,

Buildings are my trees.

I hang my dreams on Wat doors

and park my thoughts on faces ignored

I know my poem is far from a finished product and it really rediculous but that is just it..I have always felt that I was more Don Quixote...tipping windmills and not carring that I was sometimes a bit ridiculous...and that is ok. It is when I think if I just buy a new pen, I will write better that I get sucked into the undertow of not doing something the way it is good for me...and on to another day...

and another plate of cashews, a lrg Chang, and a plate of mushrooms and rice.... and another beautiful day in paradice,