Bit by bit

Today was the first day Guruji and Sharath got to call out "one more!!" as they sent someone who finished practice off to do finishing, and a spot in the practice room was made available for the next person waiting in the hall. Maybe a dozen new arrivals over the weekend, as the momentum of people arriving in higher numbers, here for Guruji's birthday and beyond, starts to build a little. I welcome it, and am relishing practicing in a room alive with bodies in motion, mat to mat.

As I was happily driving along yesterday, what felt like a shard of glass dropped from the fifth floor embedded itself right over my right eye. Chanting owowowOWOWOW! I pull over and have a look in the rearview mirror and pull out a bee or hornet stinger, replete with little bug-guts. I now have a sizable bump over my right eyebrow, so the scab of a mosquito bite half an inch away need not feel lonely anymore. So much for a coupla months in India transforming the exterior; still waiting for the skinny bendy tanned Tina that would emerge, enlightened. OK and happy with the Tina that still is, though, mosquito bumps and all.