A surprise reversal of our nightly ritual

“Put on your pajamas, brush your teeth, pick your favorite stuffed animal, and get ready for bed,” Harper said.

I played along, though I needed to work on a story. I found some pajamas and honey bear, who recently escaped the box he has been hiding in for years.

“You guys have been so stressed out about work. We’re tucking you in tonight.”

Elliott and Harper argued a bit about who would put lavender oil on whose feet, but they worked it out that Elliott would give me a foot massage, while Harper massaged Tyler’s feet.

They arranged the covers and tucked us in. Harper was holding Percy the dream peacock. “Time for a puppet show,” she said. To get in the spirit of things, Elliott put on the penguin. (The penguin’s name is now Snowcone.) #thatssopenguin

They took turns telling stories, imitating Tyler’s Percy voice. Harper went downstairs to get Tyler a drink of water, and Elliott told a story of a golden egg and a sunset wish.

In a lavender sleepy haze, I decided to give in and relax and put off work writing until tomorrow.

Best Year Ever

Just a couple of years ago I ended a year by wanting to kick its ass on its way out the door.

I ended 2011 sharing a toast with some dear friends acknowledging that year as the best in my life. What changed?

Everything. I attribute it to the people I surround myself with – people who I love, and people who inspire me. To chanting regularly. To singing. To practicing yoga almost every day (for most of the year, anyway). To cultivating positive energy. To being generous when I could be. To teaching yoga. To having a daily artistic practice that inspires me to look for beauty. To theta healing. To Ormus. To growing flowers and vegetables. To working hard and taking responsibility for my actions and decisions. To Pooka. To my terrariums.

Inspired by my friend Cybel, I want to give some thanks:

For singing Purple Rain in the dark 🙂

For taking photos of the 9/11 memorial from the 28th floor and seeing it as a beautiful symbol of progress (and not being afraid of it).

For the Photo a Day project.

For the Maha Shivaratri Puja and the red string that finally broke.

Chatting up Daniel Day Trio outside Stein Eriksen Lodge and sharing the meat plate with them and Heather.

For getting me tickets to the Flaming Lips at SaltAir.  “Every single molecule is right when all of the subatomic pieces come together and unfold themselves … in a second.”

For telling me where to put the ten yantras.

For paying off the last of my restaurant debt!!

For stopping to take pictures of hay bales in Colorado.

For yoga on the salt flats as the sun set, and for the time lapse of the moon rising.

For rainbow shakti church and delicious Blue Bottle and Ritual Roaster Coffee.

For laughing off past troubles with Shiva Rea, and for Jennifer Ellen supporting my heart.

For digging up artifacts in a London garden.

For watching “The Golden Circle” and turning my students on to it.

Rediscovering Genesis’ Foxtrot on vinyl. “He’s a supersonic scientist! He’s a guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.”

Hysterical laughter at Element 11.

For you teaching me to play Adventure Time on the Ukelele. And the harmonium.

For making it in to see Phantogram even though the show was sold out.

For the apron teapot photo shoot at the Spiral Jetty.

For the full moon total lunar eclipse on my birthday.

For sitting atop a polar bear on Halloween.

For rediscovering sewing and making Finn/Fiona costumes.

For getting a studio at Poor Yorick and opening my studio to you.

For you coming to my classes at Shiva Centre.

For letting me borrow your truck.

For the pear themed dinner.

For teaching at Salt Lake Community College (and learning more from you than you from me).

For the divine IPO.

For hearing my requests on Dave Morrissey’s show on KRCL.

For Katie. For Danielle. For Adrienne (may she rest in peace). For Tyler.

Originally written January 30, 212