I had an unusually long and random list of things in my head yesterday that I wanted to write about on here, but then I sat down at my computer and started reading articles and looking at photos from the earthquake in Nepal and all of me just wanted to cry.

So instead of writing about my random and mostly trivial thoughts I shed a few tears, shut my computer and baked some bread. Clearly, the best and most effective response to a tragedy.

Two things I like about this blog I write are 1) When I look back through the archives of truly random thoughts and posts it feels like me and helps me remember how I am and the things I notice and like and care about  2) There are themes that emerge throughout the random posts which is a bit miraculous because I have not intentionally created anything thematic here.

One of those themes is yoga, which for some reason fills me with a twinge of embarrassment — perhaps I am truly morphing into a hippie Seattleite. Nonetheless, I am about to reference it yet again.

I’ve done a lot of yoga these past 2 weeks — every morning in fact. We sat in silence and meditated for atleast 15 minutes at the end of each class. And then, when that was over, the teacher would say this Buddhist prayer, “We dedicate this practice to all beings, in all realms, who are suffering, may
they be freed from suffering and know peace.” Often when she said this, my open, freshly meditated heart would just about break and a few tears would roll down my face.

Precious ones in Nepal, may you be freed from suffering and know peace.