fajrdrako | Odd morning...

I woke up at five, too congested to sleep and feeling grumpy about it. I read for a bit: The Way of the Wizard by Deepak Chopra, and no wonder I admire that man: he thinks like I do. Not that I'm famous or wise, but the mindset is the same. I use the word 'magician' (thinking of the Tarot, primarily) but the concept is identical.

I'm very happy to have this book. I'm debating whether to get B.K.S. Iyengar's new book that combines "Light on Yoga" with the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, with (I believe) commentary. I already have two copies of "Light on Yoga" - a much-used book in my life, and my earliest edition is so well-used it has loose pages and is held together with a rubber band. I have at least one copy of the "Yoga Sutras", but not Iyengar's translation or commentary. It would be worth $30 to hear what he has to say. Have I talked myself into it? Marcelle was talking about a trip to Chapters at some point today.

I think of Robin Sharma's advice: "Never hesitate to buy a book." Oh, such dangerous words of wisdom!

I fell asleep again and had a dream of self-hate, stress, and pining for the person I love but can't have. Again, it was a dream that took place at a convention: I don't seem to ever dream about work, or any of the things I do in the daytime. I dream about conventions, as if my dreamscape life is one endless fan con. (This may be only too true!) Sad this time, because the con was over and I had to leave. I woke up thinking: "Why do I feel so down? Is this PMS?" and checked the calendar. True enough: spot on for PMS day. Hmmph.