tomorrow?" Demi invited me.
Yoga had never worked for me. I was a boot camp fitness kind of girl. Running, pushups, sit-ups, squats. Things that hurt but did the job. I kept it simple.
"Oh, no thanks," I said blandly. "I like to do mind yoga."
" Mind yoga?" Moonbliss asked, rightfully suspicious.
"I just think about it really hard until the results manifest themselves."
At least it cracked Demi up. Can't please everybody.
It took Moonbliss for-freaking-ever to make the shakes. She talked us through every step, but it was so complicated that I doubted I'd retain one bit of it.
There was no sugarcoating it—the shake was horrible—everything from the color, to the taste, to the texture—but I drank it anyway. It was worth the price of admission for this crazy train.
Also, I'd been treating my body like hell lately and it couldn't hurt to start remedying that. Baby steps back to being a normal human again.
As we drank, Moonbliss (she opened up and admitted her parents had actually named her that—poor girl had never had a chance) walked us through her day to day eating. It sounded very time-consuming and confusing to me, and I liked cooking.
Oh, but wait, she didn't cook. I guess I just wasn't that into preparing .
"When do you find time to manifest your heart's purpose?" I broke in cheekily at one point just to let her catch her breath.
She didn't skip a beat. I was kind of impressed. "Oh, that's easy. I never miss my hour of Kundalini meditation first thing in the morning. It's crucial to the progressive cultivation of my soul. Crucial ."
She was a bit of an acquired taste, much like her green shake. One thing I could say about her, though: she loved Amos. A lot. She couldn't keep her hands off him after she finished her shake, rolling around on the ground with him, rubbing his tummy how he loved. Amos, as always, couldn't get enough affection, and I had a soft spot in my heart for anyone that could love our homely, adopted mongrel.
"I think your dog is my spirit animal," she said at one point.
I just about choked on my shake, but recovered quickly. "Mine is that half-empty, Costco-sized bottle of Patrón on the counter."
Moonbliss gave me an odd look, but let me have it. "What about you, Demi?"
"Yeah, what about you, Demi?" I repeated.
"I never thought about it. Maybe a purple unicorn? A baby one."
I smiled at her. Damn, I liked her. We had grown particularly close lately. I chalked it up to her tender heart, especially when it came to wounded creatures.
She had a way with us all.
Moonbliss couldn't stay long. She had a lot of world wound healing still to do for her soul mission before the sun set, but she was thoughtful enough to write down some recipes that would energize my chakras before she left. She handed the piece of paper to me with a flourish, as though it were a prescription. "Always, for you, add spirit dust; you need all the help you can get for the path to inner peace."
Fair enough. No one had ever accused me of being peaceful.
I studied the list.
"And if you're having a craving for sweets, dose yourself with a bit of bee pollen. It's divine."
"Is bee pollen vegan?" I asked, just for the hell of it.
"My soul feels untroubled by it," she said by way of an answer.
Doesn't that make your chakra sticky? I almost asked, but held back, if only barely.
"Buckwheat soba noodle salad. Roasted kabocha soup. Denuded feldspar. All of these should be staple meals for you."
"Should they be . . . activated or . . . regular?"
She cocked her head to the side and studied me like I was the weird one.
Or maybe she actually realized that I was messing with her.
"I pray your afternoon is as carefree as a juniper breeze," were her parting words.
"Buh-bye," I said back
"See you tomorrow," Demi replied.
"You don't like her, do you?" she
Yoga had never worked for me. I was a boot camp fitness kind of girl. Running, pushups, sit-ups, squats. Things that hurt but did the job. I kept it simple.
"Oh, no thanks," I said blandly. "I like to do mind yoga."
" Mind yoga?" Moonbliss asked, rightfully suspicious.
"I just think about it really hard until the results manifest themselves."
At least it cracked Demi up. Can't please everybody.
It took Moonbliss for-freaking-ever to make the shakes. She talked us through every step, but it was so complicated that I doubted I'd retain one bit of it.
There was no sugarcoating it—the shake was horrible—everything from the color, to the taste, to the texture—but I drank it anyway. It was worth the price of admission for this crazy train.
Also, I'd been treating my body like hell lately and it couldn't hurt to start remedying that. Baby steps back to being a normal human again.
As we drank, Moonbliss (she opened up and admitted her parents had actually named her that—poor girl had never had a chance) walked us through her day to day eating. It sounded very time-consuming and confusing to me, and I liked cooking.
Oh, but wait, she didn't cook. I guess I just wasn't that into preparing .
"When do you find time to manifest your heart's purpose?" I broke in cheekily at one point just to let her catch her breath.
She didn't skip a beat. I was kind of impressed. "Oh, that's easy. I never miss my hour of Kundalini meditation first thing in the morning. It's crucial to the progressive cultivation of my soul. Crucial ."
She was a bit of an acquired taste, much like her green shake. One thing I could say about her, though: she loved Amos. A lot. She couldn't keep her hands off him after she finished her shake, rolling around on the ground with him, rubbing his tummy how he loved. Amos, as always, couldn't get enough affection, and I had a soft spot in my heart for anyone that could love our homely, adopted mongrel.
"I think your dog is my spirit animal," she said at one point.
I just about choked on my shake, but recovered quickly. "Mine is that half-empty, Costco-sized bottle of Patrón on the counter."
Moonbliss gave me an odd look, but let me have it. "What about you, Demi?"
"Yeah, what about you, Demi?" I repeated.
"I never thought about it. Maybe a purple unicorn? A baby one."
I smiled at her. Damn, I liked her. We had grown particularly close lately. I chalked it up to her tender heart, especially when it came to wounded creatures.
She had a way with us all.
Moonbliss couldn't stay long. She had a lot of world wound healing still to do for her soul mission before the sun set, but she was thoughtful enough to write down some recipes that would energize my chakras before she left. She handed the piece of paper to me with a flourish, as though it were a prescription. "Always, for you, add spirit dust; you need all the help you can get for the path to inner peace."
Fair enough. No one had ever accused me of being peaceful.
I studied the list.
"And if you're having a craving for sweets, dose yourself with a bit of bee pollen. It's divine."
"Is bee pollen vegan?" I asked, just for the hell of it.
"My soul feels untroubled by it," she said by way of an answer.
Doesn't that make your chakra sticky? I almost asked, but held back, if only barely.
"Buckwheat soba noodle salad. Roasted kabocha soup. Denuded feldspar. All of these should be staple meals for you."
"Should they be . . . activated or . . . regular?"
She cocked her head to the side and studied me like I was the weird one.
Or maybe she actually realized that I was messing with her.
"I pray your afternoon is as carefree as a juniper breeze," were her parting words.
"Buh-bye," I said back
"See you tomorrow," Demi replied.
"You don't like her, do you?" she
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