In the midst of the stress of finding an apartment, finding a venue at which to get married, working six days in a row and fighting with my fiancee, I found a little bit of humor: "The culture in Rome just doesn't match the culture of Yoga, not as far as I can see. In fact, I've decided that Rome and Yoga don't have anything in common at all. Except for the way they both kind of remind you of the word toga." p 55
It's like the little spring flower that has sprouted up through a crack in the dirty, garbage riddled, pee stained sidewalk.
Everything else I wrote for today was just more complaining, pure and simple. And, I'm not going to put it here.
Later, I would find a way along the dirt, the garbage and the pee to lush, beautiful, green pastures with some prayer and some guidance from someone much wiser than me . . . and an apology for my part in the argument. It helps to apologize. What a relief!
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