I’ve found that making a soundtrack for my yoga practice helps tremendously. Plus, it’s the music that puts me in a relaxed state, not what some fitness instructor or corporation that made a yoga DVD and CD thinks relaxes me. Instead of ocean waves and birds I have classical music, soundtrack songs, Asian pop, and a couple of new-agey things thrown in for good measure. Each piece around the approximate time I need to hold an asana.

So the three songs I’ve listed above (1 soundtrack, 2 new-agey, all Chilly Willy) are what play as I lay in the final corpse pose, eyes half focused, trying to make my brain stop running. And I see the mobile twirling above me. It’s rather surreal when my eyes come back into focus – like a Miro in motion.

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Reading an article on my.aptrick.com this morning revived a funny memory – though this anti-climatic story may be one of those “you had to be there” stories.

February – Chicago. To say it’s cold is an understatement. It’s the kind of weather where you wear wool sweaters over long sleeve shirts, and don your wool trench coat, hat, scarf, and gloves before you head out of the hotel’s revolving door. And you still stick your hands in your pockets to keep them warm. You sniffle as you walk the streets because the cold makes your nose run.

We were wondering along Chicago’s Magnificent Mile – North Michigan Avenue – wandering in and out of the luxe stores that we know we can’t really afford. It’s nice to dream…

We head into Hugo Boss and over towards the sweaters. Shopping with gloves on isn’t quite as much fun for me. I love to feel the different textures of fabrics, running my hands over everything I walk by in the store. We see a sweater that’s nice, and I lean in to see how much it is. As I lean over the sweater – DRIP! I snotted on a $400 Hugo Boss sweater.

Someone probably bought that sweater – and it has my snot on it – which just cracks me up.

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When I woke up this morning, my room was still semi-dark. It was gray and overcast outside. The room was slightly chilly, and all I wanted to do was scrooch back beneath the covers where it was warm.

It’s 10 am, and my house is still only 69 degrees inside. It’s 62 outside, and humid (for here) – 38% humidity. If you can’t tell, I’m addicted to my weather station.

The wind is whirring through the living room, causing the mini-blinds to beat against the window, and the blinds themselves to flutter. It’s still slightly overcast, and I can see the clouds rolling over the hills.

That’s all the signs of fall. It’s time to put the down comforter back on the bed and start making soups and chili (mmmm, chili). Time to get out the sweatshirts two sizes too large that swallow me up so I feel cozy while I sit on the couch, drinking beer and watching football.

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Pale Ale and yogurt mix on the ferry to Sausalito. Found some great art at the Sausalito Art Festival. Check out these 3 artists (Pappy, you will appreciate the first two): Larry Stephonson, Audrey Heller, and Emerson Matabele.

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