Dearest,
Has it really been so long? Have I let our correspondence go the way of all my good intentions? Baby, let's start all over again.

Portland, where I am hanging my hat, and my mat, for the next couple of months is wet. Really wet, and really green, which is a shock to the senses. This verdant valley thing is blinding me with flowers. It's great. I am here attending the http://lotusseedschool.org for yoga teacher training. It's amazing. 4 of 6 people in the course are people of color. Which is completely unheard of in my recent experience of the yogaworld. I love it. It's a school based on the principles of social change...yoga for underserved populations, for kids, poc's, single parents, queers, etc. And I am all the fuck about it. My obsessions are coming to fruition here. I am really getting my yoga rocks off, and scheming about community service to boot. It's good. Really good. And Portland, though I have an ambivalent relationship with this here town, has been treating me well. Opening up doors, and offering me things I never even thought to ask for. Remover of impediments. It's clear that this is where I'm supposed to be right now.

It all happened in a flash, and all of a sudden, me and dangerbaby have this beautiful house in north portland all to our selves, and I am here with the express purpose of learning more and more about yoga. I am very, very happy.

I always say that I hate school. But the right kind of school, the nonschool, the non traditional school, has my heart in spades. hm.

Today I made a fancy dinner for me and dangerbabe, just for us, a laid out table and toddler conversation. We actually haven't been alone like this in a long time, or maybe ever. It's nice. The stakes are low, and life is easy right now. Though I postpone the inevitable.

What else has happened since I last wrote? Cyclones. Love. Salsa. Exercises in non-attachment. 0-3 cars in a week. Big beautiful house in the barrio. Scads of travelers bringing their worlds to bear around the dinner table. Beautiful music. Observence of toddler progression. Travel. Acroyoga.

http://acroyoga.org
I am thoroughly obsessed and impressed by the spirit and the community of acroyoga.

I have a million things more to tell you, but it's late, and I'll leave you with this unpoetic blog post and fragile promises of better words to come. And photos. And videos. And pubic performance.

I adore you. You know that, don't you?

thinking of you,
Surgeon