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Went to dance class tonight. My brain isn't talking to my feet. It's like I'm having to learn to move again. My shoes were a bit sticky (or the floor was), but that didn't account for all of the communication breakdowns. I've had hints of this in earlier classes, but tonight was especially noticeable. Will go dancing tomorrow evening and see if there are differences. But, looks like I have to retrain the brain (and the feet).

Today's meals were relatively light--Breakfast: fruit, cottage cheese and yogurt. Lunch: Chinese food (rice and veggie deluxe with tofu). Dinner: tangelo. Drank a cup of warm water and triphala when I returned from dancing. Of course, took my many supplements. Exercised (Qigong and walk today), plus did laundry. Oh, yes! Snack: plain cake donut (1).

Continue to read the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. Rich, deep content. Really appropriate at this time, place, concurrence. As I was exercising this morning, I saw the Recycle Thief go through the recycle containers and take redeemable items. Based on what I've been reading, I experience a tension between wanting to report him for his actions and wanting to be compassionate--that might be his only way to make money and eat. He clearly is accumulating bad karma. He appears, parks his bike down the street, then furtively approaches the storage areas and does his extraction. He clearly knows he is doing something illegal by the way he looks around and assays the place before diving into the containers.

Prior to reading the book, I would have said he should be reported and made to pay. After all, he's actually stealing from me (and others). But, now I'm of two minds (Oh, no! Not another mind, please!) and don't see a clear resolution. It's like a koan than the universe has given me to ponder as I do my morning rituals. Oh, yes, it's even worse--his wife (I assume that's who she is) often steps in for him and does the dirty deed as well. A family of recycle thieves.

So that's today's components--recycle thieves and brain/foot communication breakdowns. What a wonderful life!