another day in paradise

the top image is taken at paradise, truely it was paradise...with its mist and end of the world looking edges and then the peak that would appear through the mist and oh god it makes me want to cry everytime i now look towards mt rainer, and i am being completly serious...
and then there was hillary clintons speach the other night that made me cry-
how many times has hillary made me cry this year ?
and last year ?
more then anyone else i bet.
the second image is a little fox made from fimo and set in his own magical garden.
and i am so proud that i fianlly can spell enthusiasm.
i spelt it yesterday and maybe i have always been able to spell it but now i know i
can spell it and it feels almost like when my dads mom helped me learn the spelling os mississippi.
that was also an acoomplishment.
today back to teaching.
excited but not so much excited about swapping down to the nine am position the follwoing week.
the sun is out for the first time in days....
of course the day i go spedn my ev in the dark greenlake studio that always seems grey.
think i way prefet quenn anne for the atmosphere the air and the windows that open ...
even if too many people like opening too many windows...
heat nazi thats right work with it people- rather then make it a part of your practice to complain about and find issue with something.
yoga is all about our reactions to experiences- and we have control of these and we have the ability to make oursleves happy or depressed -
and why has it taken so many years for me to learn to own my feelings?
why?
and why does no one else in my life seem to take full responsability for owners ship of the shit they bring to and from the table ( i am not talking talula here) all these supposed depressives wqho would rather see something wroung with themselves then see something wroung with their reactions to things external to themselves...
craazy fucked up people.
watch your reactions and see how you set yourself up for a fall -
then stop that reaction from consuming you and well watch yerself!
preach preach preach.
blah blah blah.
mucho love and smuchos!

trail of shadows day one

so we went on the trial of shadows on our first day at about 4pm. it was a short trail near longmire- very easy and takes a loop around the not so hot soda springs which were less then hot less the luke warm and less the tepid. i need to find some proper hot springs to sit in a be a japenese hot spring moneky.
maybe in japan, better luck next time monkey.
monkey.

it's a tougher program for tougher customers- dick(the big vp one)

here is the mountain house -our local deer- the deer and wildlife are protected around the whole area around the mountain no hunting - most people have little deer feeding troughs in their yards, or less yard and more their bit of woods... the last two images are from narada falls on the weds - my parents stayed with us for a night weds.
much fun was had and some views of the peak which kept sucumbing to the clouds. pretty amazing honestly it strikes the heart strings just being in such extreme surrindings and makes me feel like an addict for more- i want more large pieces of humbling scenery that take my own existence down beyond to something smaller then your averge parasite that more of a speck -
a tiny little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab..........oh and so it ends for now more pics..

night time is the right time at the mountain house

and so we returned from the mountain and now we are here. we miss our little mountain house- it was the loveliest most magical place i have seen in awhile. now i am watching the democratic national convention, pooty is resisting sleep in her bed speaking in high pitched voices with her little animal babies ( a small german made white tiger and a fawn)
who she has been chatting with all day on and off in a lovely very communicative manner.
michelle obama just spoke. i am not happy about obama's running mate so much so that i almost dont want to vote- but then i become part of the problem right?
if your not for us your a turd.
i am that turd.