yoga, baseball, and blackboards

It was a great weekend.  Jessica and I enjoyed "hot yoga" on Friday night.  Unbelievable.  I was very humbled by the many people who were by all appearances much more limber and capable of maneuvering than me.  And they turned the heat up to guarantee that you leave soaked.  I am intrigued by the idea that strength training can be accomplished without the artificial use of weights.  We finished the night off with a great dinner, creme brule and coffee.  Bryton and I took in a Wahoos game on Saturday night and he learned a valuable lesson about supporting your team even when the chips are down.  Three thoughts as has become customary, on this Monday afternoon:

1.  I sat through a deposition with a widow today who is fighting an insurance company that will not pay her death benefits.  I am grateful for this job. 

2.  I am reading through The Catcher in the Rye.  I am intrigued by the narrative, it does a remarkably good job of capturing the musings of a tortured soul.  I read that many experts characterize the story as one of adolescence.  I am not sure I agree.  The narrative reminds me (in tone) of Thomas Merton's description of garden variety alcoholic despair, loneliness, and spiritual bankruptcy.  The juxtaposition of these two narratives serves as a great reminder of the universal nature of spiritual failure and the solution. 

3.  I am reading through The Power of Habit, which was generously loaned to me by Dickie Appleyard.  The role of rote repetition and conscious habit in overriding ingrained behaviors isn't exactly a new idea - but seeing it presented with some science helps reinforce and contextualize it.

It is going to be a great week. I'll leave you with the same blackboard which hangs in our kitchen -  changed weekly.  Ciao,


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