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The Other World of Breath Work

Rebecca, the queen of the breath (you can check her out at the  TheBreathZone.com ), always starts her class by reminding you what can happen both physically and mentally when you do breathwork. She’s talked about people having an out of body experience. I would love to go there on a breathwork journey but I’ve never been able to leave my body. I have had one instance where my body and I were moved to follow a different path. I think it was only my 2nd or 3rd time doing breathwork and either my 1st or 2nd time with Rebecca. It took me a long time to do breathwork properly so I’m not sure how it happened. Laying next to me on the floor was a guy breathing. Only I don’t think he was doing it properly - especially since I’ve never heard anyone ever do it again. To me, it sounded like he was moaning sexually, almost panting. It started to irritate me and I took a deep breath and told myself that I needed to train my mind to ignore all outside influences so back to breathwork I went. A...
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Wrong Way LA - Morning Sunrise

I couldn't sleep one morning since Whisky likes to get me up at weird hours to use the restroom and I decided to see if I could get a good sunrise shot. I caught this bird mid-flight with the sunrise smack dab behind downtown LA. Some days I absolutely love living in LA. The morning I took this photo was one of them. The city wasn't quiet, but it wasn't totally awake yet. I was on the roof of our building which has a pool and jacuzzi. I was joined by another resident who was enjoying his coffee and a cigarette (our building is smoke free). We acknowledged each other but didn't bother speaking. I understand why, I was still in my pajamas and he probably thought who is this old lady up here taking pictures on the roof. Other days I wish the sirens would stop and the homeless wandering the alleys wouldn't be out of their mind screaming at someone or something at all hours of the night. Those days I just need quiet. It's easy enough to create artificial quie...

Wrong Way LA - Ahhh, Youth!

Whisky is getting very old now and as any 90 year old does, has her little idiosyncrasies. Like needing to go out all hours of the day and night. Since I'm grateful that she can still tell me with enough time to either get down four flights of steps or four flights in the elevator I don't complain about it. Of course, it also helps not having a career anymore where you have to get up at the same time Monday through Friday to put your nose to the grindstone. This morning she had to go out at 3am. I wasn't too concerned as the most exciting time to go out around here is immediately after the bars close. So I throw on a light hoodie to cover my pajama top and off we went. She did her business pretty quickly but I kept hearing someone clunking around in the parking garage. That's not too unusual because we do live in a city that never sleeps. When we entered the lobby there were two couples coming in. I normally wait for the next elevator because you never know when someo...

Wrong Way LA - Wondering Around LACMA

Posters around Miracle Mile advertised that Chagall was at LACMA through January 7th using this image: The exhibit was for  Chagall's music and dance designs . Thanks to a wonderful Christmas gift of a museum membership I was able to go with a couple of friends. Before we hit the Chagall exhibit though for some strange reason I wanted to check out this painting: It's a painting entitled "The Magdalen with the Smoking Flame" by Georges de la Tour. For some reason this painting fascinated me. We stood in front of it and stared for quite some time. It was interesting how we each interpreted the masterpiece. There were so many nuances that it took quite a bit of time to really get the feeling of it. We all observed the fact that it looks like she's pregnant, and were fascinated by tracing the rope around her waste to the blocks on the floor - drowning herself, perhaps? But the weirdest thing was the way The Magdalen looks almost doll-like in the painting. ...

Snowbird Paradise and Setting Your Dreams Free

We made it to our snowbird paradise. It's the  Outdoor Resort in Indio . This place is amazing. A private gated community in the desert, with a golf course, three swimming pools, pickle ball courts (it's an RV community thing - I call it whiffle ball for old folks), restaurant on site, community activities and a grass dog walk that goes on for about a mile. The fee for the site we rented is about as much as our mortgage was, but not quite. We choose a site that was setup for privacy. It backs up against a large wall with hedges creating privacy between the sites. Our particular site has an outdoor area with a TV, a fire feature and a full kitchen: The resort is an RV park where the sites are owned by individuals and can be customized provided they meet the guidelines of the home owners association. Compare this to the site we had in Malibu - which was almost as much money: You can see why I considered it paradise, I'm sure. Not only that, but I'm a desert g...

RV Parks

Well, Rusty and I have been to a lot of RV parks in the last few months (we're back in Malibu as of this afternoon - we don't have as good as a spot as we got last time, but it's okay). Most of parks we've stayed at have been KOA. These typically all have the same things and you kind of know what to expect. The other parks we've stayed at have been Good Sam. Same thing with these, they have their "signature" amenities as well. Then there have been some total one offs - like Pecan Valley RV Park that I loved. Last night we stayed in a Thousand Trails campground in Indio. We've been in one of these before when we went with Sharon and Peter up to Yosemite. I can tell you that the one near Yosemite was about 1,000 times nicer than the one in Indio that we stayed in last night. It was definitely an older park. Mostly sand spots, with a cement or asphalt pad to park your car and a picnic table. The campground was right off the I10 so all Rusty and I wanted...

Midnight at the Oasis

send your camel to bed ... Miss us? We kind of disappeared once we hit Pecan Valley, didn't we? We left Pecan Valley and headed for Fort Stockton, Texas. It was a nice RV park but the best part was the weather. It was so cool we were so happy and relaxed. We were just there for an evening though before we headed out for the El Paso KOA. The campground wasn't actually in El Paso, it was outside of the city in Anthony, Texas just on the New Mexican border located behind a Camping World. The campground was just an asphalt parking lot with full hookups. We ended up staying there for two days because it was nice and cool and the place we were to go next we started reading some reviews about it online and it sounded kind of creepy. Instead we opted to spend a long day driving all the way to Tucson, Arizona. Our drive has been pretty uneventful, except I kind of freaked out seeing these signs along the I10 in New Mexico: Luckily there were no dust storms and we now know what ...