I had a dream last night that I was in the middle of the ocean, facing between Catalina Island and Santa Monica, Ca. As most dreams have inner meaning, mine was no different. Perhaps my need to get away – diffiicult being self-employed and working 365 days a year.
I was watching The Millionaire Matchmaker last night and one of the dates took place on the island. As a child, I have vivid memories of taking the boat from San Pedro, becoming sea sick, landing on the island, walking around, feeling queasy, then departing, only to become sea sick again. Apparently, Santa Catalina island is a different destintation now – far different than the Catalina of my youth. Its now filled with posh digs and upscale lodging.
Getting back to what I originally wanted to say. So, in my dream, I was on an island in the middle of the ocean, with Oprah handing me a towel. Readers, if you can tell me what this means, feel free. I was stretching. Stretching like I did in my 20's-not an ache or pain that I now feel and live with daily, but like Gumby. When I awoke this morning, I decided to see if I could emulate the same stretching I had in my dream. Perhaps?
From my last post, you know I have four dogs.
Has anyone tried to do yoga with four dogs at eye level? What happened?
Lots of kisses, lots of nuzzles, and lots of distractions. I tried to breathe and stretch, as in my dream, but I was blocked by three standard poodles stretching with me and kissing me.
So, in summary, is stretching really that important when kissing seems so much better?
