This is Thirty One.

Coming down after a fabulous birthday celebration. Back into the swing of school. Trrying to keep my wits about me as Katrina reverberates, Political fufurrah abounds in preparation for the votes, and Barcelona trails behind like shadow. Love in its possibility looms on the horizon, and I beg my heart to slow down and chew its food properly. My friends keep having babies and reminding me how unready I am. Thank God for physical examples. Note to self: Stretch, Drink more water, Pray in the morning, Keep calling those friends that make you laugh, Take more baths. Breathe in the present moment.