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Happy St. Patrick's Day! Outside, everything is coming up green. Not a lot of sunny shine this day, but lots of greenery.

Read late into the early morn last night. Slugging my way through Yoga Hotel. Not as interesting a story teller as Divakaruni. Does catch a lot of the detail of India, but stories are not as deep, not as mythical. More like reports than stories. (So goes my critical review.)

Remember a dream fragment from last night. Had to do with everyone having something special that they carried around. It was like a travel bag or travel case that everyone carried wherever they went. It appeared as a dark object next to everyone in the dream.

There was a railroad station where people stood on the platforms. Next to each person, I could see the dark, crumpled shape of a bag. If anyone moved, they picked up their bag and carried it to their next location.

It seems that there was something unique about the bags children carried. Not sure, now, what that was all about.

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Although the dream involved a train station, there was no action or movement. People were just standing around, waiting. I never saw a train enter of leave the station. People were exchanging words, but I heard nothing. They were too distant from where I stood. I knew that the bag each person carried was of importance. No one walked away and left their bag. If anyone moved, he or she picked up their bag and carried it to their new location.

A dream of waiting and of weights. Each bag contained some crucial part of the person who carried the bag. Some aspect of the person that could not be abandoned or separated. The dream exuded an aspect of anticipation, but it was also dark and clandestine, secretive and mysterious.

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Went to the chiropractor today for a sacro-cranial adjustment. Marvelous experience. R, the practitioner, has the hottest hands of anyone with whom I've had bodywork. They get scorching hot as the session progresses. My neck and head feel totally relaxed. I feel like a bubble head when she gets through with her treatment.

Of course, the morning has gone by quickly and it's now early afternoon already. The day zooms by. I just got a call from the medical people saying they don't do referrals to chiropractors. So that leaves me possibly stuck with the bills. Have to contact the insurance people to see if I can find a way through the bureaucracy. More, later...

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Back after several hours of miscellaneous meandering. Had a delicious dinner at L's (also had lunch there). My bubble head is still bubbling. Stoked on chai, food and desserts, and starting to feel whole. I'm experiencing problems with waiting to eat when I feel like I should be eating. Bottom line, I've got to get a place with a kitchen. This magic garden location is quiet, peaceful and lushly overgrown, but I miss not having a kitchen. It's become a mantra--something that I notice several times a day.

Waiting to eat lunch put my system into a dull mode. I only just started feeling like I'm waking up. It took dinner, desserts and some warmth (it's starting to get chilly once again -- March going out like a lion?). I had to break out my small space heater (or is it my space heater that's not very big--not a heater that heats small spaces--although the space that I'm in is small. Oh, well!) since the main heat is not turned on. The landlords probably got the bill for last few months of cold weather and are in utility bill shock.

L is a great cook. She made some Finnish pastry delicacies that were great. Rye flour crusts, rice porridge filling, and egg and butter topping. Mmmmm, good!

Time to close off another day and another blog installment. May the morrow bring wondrous things--for everyone.