If it wasn't for the Bronx, this rap shit probably would never would be going on. So tell me, where you from?

Somewhere between the thompson twins and led zeppelin my heart called me up and asked me what I'm doing here.  Earning to spend.  On things I bought years ago.  Like the degree. Squeezing my life plans into a 6 semester credit curriculum. delete backspace move forward despite misspellings and grammatical incorrectness.  words don't work right now.  I need the ocean.  I walked at Fort Griswold the other day.  I'm experiencing deja vu.  Uptown, Baby.

What would be most nourishing for me today?

It's a powerful meditation.

skittles, yoga, hot bath, cold shower, mantra, sleeping in?, sadhana, shopping, blogging, having compassion for my boss, punching my  boss in the face, remembering you, forgetting you, getting a hair cut, letting it grow, a mocha latte, gossiping via iphone, journaling, ice cream, vitamins, relaxing, Kirtan, dancing, painting, laying on the beach, hammocking, seva, paying my bills, blowing off my bills, ruminating, gushers, illiano's pizza?

I resolve

to ask 

and listen

and edit 

my ego.