asana: its melody and comfort

so i woke up this morning to a great story...well, comments, mostly. right gp?

today, one year ago, is when my house experienced a really bad fire. my mom had left the candle lit on the altar...and after leaving for work, two hours in, she received a call from the fire station saying that our house was on fire...sure enough, there were 6 fire trucks putting out the fire, after blocking off the street. i remember leaving school after my econ of poverty class, rushing home to laguna niguel, seeing blackened walls, lack of walls, holes, soot everywhere, my family members helping out, and freaking out because, well, a lot was lost.

later was christmas in a hotel, and many months later, a rebuilt house and insurance papers still flying in the air to this day.

second story, my mom told me how she went to church and there was a homeless lady that she saw...which was quite bizarre to me, cause in laguna niguel, it is not likely that you see many homeless people, regardless, she was there...she said to my mom, " you look so cozy " - i think my madre was wearing like some velour sweat suit or something. soo, my mom, the altruistic woman that she has become, or is, told her to wait at the church. my mom went home, changed, brought spice ( my beloved white pomeranian ) and went back to the church with the sweat suit, some food, and $20 for the homeless lady. now that, is beautiful to me.

it makes me think of the many regular homeless people that i see everyday here in westwood. they are there, and it saddens me - relatively, poverty is horrible. absolutely, poverty crushes my heart. i loved that story that my mom told me. i love that it really happened too.

i like that tomorrow is thursday and that i get random text messages and that i am on my own and that i have a park right across from my apartment, and that i have a balcony that i can stand on and wonder who will one day be sitting next to me in the other lawn chair, and that we come to you is playing on my computer, and that i have friends to write christmas cards to, and that i have a godson in the philippines, and that i have friends serving in catholic ministry and that i have a really really really really close friend here that always makes my day, and that yoga podcasts exist, and that i have a lot to look forward to in life.

timing is everything. no it's not. being a girl. eww. that should not exist. it's time for a vacation. and a vanilla chai tea.

oh the city of singles and being single in the city. time to walk among the angels. gravity, not letting you weigh me down. time to go on.