Yesterday in yoga my favorite teacher Tamar gave a dharma talk about potential that I am still interpreting. I got my nails painted and fixed my hair. I've been getting away with work boots and dirty jeans for way too long. I say to myself: "I have potential for glamour, damn it!"

I don't want to look at the photos from Louisiana of dead wildlife. What can we think about it?
I'd rather lounge around in bed and look at these garden roses all day.