Fire Breath

OK, so who admits to wanting to take their photo in an airplane bathroom? Guilty (as she proudly raises her hand). Shot during heavy turbulence which knocked out most of the light, I wish I had gotten naked. Next flight! :)

What really tripped me up about this trip to Detroit is the conversation I had had with my grandmother before she went into a nursing home and later a hospital for a broken ankle. We had a deep talk about she had massaged me when I was a little kid. She went on about her playing music for me (I was a professional musician for a number of years). She told me of her doing yoga back in Germany while in her 30's (she's in her late 80's - that was radical back then). She described some of her breathing exercises which I instantly recognized as some of the ones I do from my Conscious Breathwork and Ipsalu Tantra training. This was a mindblower. I felt so connected to her. So much of her kind of clicked into place and made sense to me. I realized how close we were. We had a special bond when I was a child. I'll never forget the trips to the Detroit Art Museum or hanging out at Belle Isle. She always had time to spend with me. A flood of incredible memories flood me as I write. The tears are flowing. In a very safe way, I feel very connected.

She'll be OK. She's probably going to live with my parents or a nursing home close to them. She doesn't want to live alone anymore for fear of blacking out (how she broke her ankle) and not getting help. I'm sad because I'd love to stay with her, just me and her all to myself, but I understand. She knows I love her and I call everyday and will go back again soon unless she flies out to my parents.

I love her more than I can express with written words and I'm very proud of her and what she did for me. She thinks I'm a beautiful angel. Since I told her about my transition, she's always worried. After meeting me, she's not worried anymore. Thank goodness.

To lighten things up a bit, in June I was trying to park in the Lower Haight. I turn a corner and back into a space. A group of bicyclists ride past me. all nude. No biggie. However, I know people in other places just don't see this kind of thing, so I piull out the purse camera, get a quick snap and then off to buy a new scarf. San Francisco. My home.