The Week and a Quote

There were big storms last night--and tornados half an hour from us. Storms plus book workshop (today) and I have been anxious! What I'm telling myself this morning--it's not about the book, it's about the ideas, the discussion. So I'm going to focus on and be grateful for those things for the next 26 hours or so. 

Deep breaths. 
 

Francisco and I met for a little marriage counseling with our therapist yesterday. She came to our house. She insisted she didn't want to be paid. She said that she likes us, that she's retired, and that if we insist on money, she'd like us to donate to the food bank. Such an incredibly loving therapist--and such a beautiful example of the way economic exchange can transform. 

OH MY GOODNESS. Last night, out of nowhere, Blaze started talking: "I've been dreading Wednesday all week because Wednesday is yoga and it's so boring. They say it's yoga and an adventure, but there's never an adventure!"