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Meditation was interesting. I DID COME AWAY WITH ONE THING: For this is just a vessel, my soul shall be free. I thought of Michael. He is a light, a beacon that calls my mind, my heart and my soul to peace.
Hey! I passed by that LA Ink place tonight. I was on La Brea and saw pink walls and guitars and words in a window that read LA Ink. Then later, flipping through the channels I received confirmation. Kewl!
Back to meditation: I thought the Ananda Yogi dude was a lady. They had a big picture of him/her all glow with them Mexican praying candles. Turns out it was a guy. He is very pretty. The black aura around his head looked like hair. I thought it was just an old painted photo circa 1950 or something. The yellow orangey thing/top he had on looked like a dress. Nice color. There was a broach or something on that piece of clothing/dress/shirt thingy too. So, that’s why I thought it was a lady.
As a man it looked like a version of a Star Trek crew member shirt. There seemed to me to be more yoga than meditation, but maybe they go hand in hand. On a side bar: it’s 6:10am, and I am so hungry right now. Abnormally hungry.
They passed around a collection plate afterwards. Aside from being cold I kept peeking when I heard movement to see where people were going. Didn’t’ want nobody over bear my purse. Ooh, the other cool thing was that when trying to clear my mind I envisioned Mike as a light. I also felt a little light body wise. We had to do some chant and I liked that. I liked the way I could feel the vibration of my vocal chords throughout my body.
Another side bar: I’m on the bus and the white lady who just sat beside me smells like Jheri Curl Juice.
I dunno if I will go back to meditation class again. Was talking to a foreign chick named Olga. She seemed nice, but when the conversation was turned to her she was uncomfortably vague. I asked her what she did and she was like I help middle class people with money. I was like, oh a financial planner. She was like not quite and she skirted around a real answer. I then felt duped like I had shared too much info about myself with her and she was probably pumping me for information getting read to scam me. I was the only black person there, but apparently there had been a black female in attendance before because some dude was like Hey, Tonya right???
I am so stoked about the MJ Bday Flashmob. Apparently Scream is the hardest choreography to learn and yep I was assigned to the group. We are gonna rock it. I gotta go outfit shopping. Wish I still had had those black pleather pants from high school.
Why this really short black lady on the bus always on her cell every damn morning? Who are you holding long, in-depth conversations with at 6:20am?
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