Peace & Oil

Hi guys, Summer's coming! Summer's there actually, but my brain got too slow writing this post. So, whenever summer comes - which is about every year - there's this thing going on where some people suddenly get all crazy about appearance. Of course, because summer means GETTING HALF NAKED ALL THE TIME! ENJOYING ONE'S NAKED BODY IN THE SEA! Or, more moderately, peeling of the layers of clothing made necessary by winter. Also, all of the weight and hair that naturally came to live with you have to go now. Yes they have to leave, especially if you're a female woman of the opposite sex. Don't look at me like that, that's the natural law of warma. But if, like me, you still didn't really understand that your periods are gonna come back every month for some years, or what to do with comments about how cute you look today, you also might get the whole peeling of thing wrong. In the beauty salons, they will ask you if you want a peeling treatment, imply

That's what's said in the Lunchbox, the very tender movie I've seen on the plane on my way to the USofA. Of course, thanks to the infinite process of revelation that life is, this struck me as being quite appropriate. As those of you who know me might know, right now, I'm hesitating between two possibilities: becoming a diplomed physical therapist / osteopath and having the best life for realzies, or going all the way to meditation and openness and unknown and probably mega interesting experiences / mistakes, or getting back to some reality and denouncing stupidity elsewhere than in the loo in front of my iphone. When I put it that way, you can see where my heart goes. Today's topic is anal retention, by the way. Anyway, I came here in DC a bit early to be able to attend to Tara Brach's meditation sessions. She's a meditation teacher and psychologist who does these  podcasts,  and I was super excited to come and see her. Of course I was also super poo