Oxymorons are everywhere in life: guilty pleasure, sweet sorrow, bittersweet, timeless moments… Life seems to be one big contradiction, or perhaps a balancing act between two opposites constantly seeking to find their equilibrium.
Each day after work, I toil and sweat through an hour and fifteen minutes of 108 degree hot yoga. Most days, about 45 minutes through the session, I wish I was at home, relaxing on the couch I don’t have and savoring sweet coffee ice cream instead of trembling and shaking to hold a pose for just a few breaths longer. My body is complaining as the sweat drips off my skin like salty raindrops, running into my nose, creeping into my mouth, sliding into my ears and filling my eyes. I marvel as the instructor calmly announces, “If you’d like to challenge yourself, try holding up one leg as you descent do the count of five into crocodile.” An agonizingly slow push-up follows and half-way down I collapse to my mat, my arms burning, my core muscles refusing to do more. 1…2….. 3…….4…. I push myself back up and hold it one breath to five , comforting myself with the fact that at least I made it here. “Are we almost done? We’ve been here a while, it must be cool-down time soon,” I find myself thinking.
Then finally, the moment arrives. We begin to stretch and move more slowly until finally we lay down to rest. My instructor and friend comes to me, gently pushing my shoulders down into my mat, pulling my sweaty head back, elongating my spine. My body has no other choice but o relax. I emerge from my self-induced torture renewed. All my stress, fear, frustration and anger washed away in a hard-earned cleansing shower of my own sweat.
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I don’t know why I’m drawn to the metaphysical except that I’ve always been comfortable with the idea of consulting a psychic, tarot reader, and numerologist. I haven’t had a decent reading since 2008 when the last psychic told me I’d be with a German guy, to which I responded “Never gonna happen!”. Yet here I sit married to a guy straight from Deutschland. Today I went to my first Psychic Fair at the Temple of Love and Healing in St. Petersburg. It was very interesting in that I got to meet with 3 readers for 15 minutes each for $25. Each of the women had great energy and told me things that made me see some of the possibilities for my near future. I have lots to ponder and while no one can tell me exactly how it’s going to go I’ll always be open to the possibilities of new insight.
To my glee, I was treated to an impromptu lunch at Rumba Island Bar and Grill in Clearwater. Yes, it’s a chain restaurant and everybody knows how I abhor chains. However, it was a pleasant surprise. Specializing in Caribbean fare, I ordered the Mahi Mahi Ocho Rios stuffed with blue crab and topped with Hollandaise sauce. The sides were Jamaican greens and coconut rice. I was told the greens were collards which I knew had to be wrong, being Jamaican-American and all I knew Jamaicans eat callaloo which is less bitter. The chef sent me an impromptu amuse-bouche of the greens. To my horrible delight it was “collard greens”! It melted in my mouth with the salty taste of pork and butter. I sent the waiter with a message to the chef saying “Irie mon”. The Jamaican chef (wow how authentic) said I made his day. Cool place to chill out, Bob Marley playing in the background is always good for the soul.