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Feathered visitors when I was out in the garden early before the heat got too oppressive.

Happy Thanksgiving (and some self-massage techniques)
I wish you all a day in which you recognize and celebrate inner and outer abundance. Show your body how grateful you are for taking you around in this life-time with a few minutes of self massage (and share with your friends and family).
First, take care of your feet–those of you who are regulars know the routine (sorry no pictures). Then, with reverence and gratitude for the practices, the earth for supporting you, and what and who brought you to the mat, come into balasana (child’s pose).
In balasana — you can also do this sitting in a chair at a desk or table; just put your head down the way you did in elementary school — leaving your elbows and forehead resting on the floor or table, bend your elbows so that you can massage your upper back, neck, and head without having to use the muscles you are massaging to massage them.
Try squeezing the back of your neck.
Or finding some spots that would benefit from giving gentle pressure and motion.
Massaging the scalp usually feels good.
When you are done with the self-massage in child’s pose, come up to vertical to sit on your heels. Then dig your fingers into your hair or the scalp and squeeze. This will help get energy flowing and brighten your day. (Be careful: doing this too frequently might give you big hair.)
Please Take Care of Your Trees
It continues to be drier than normal and hotter than average, even with the few below normal days and the intermittent violent thunderstorm.
A good, deep watering once a week is better than more frequent shallow waterings for trees during a dry spell or drought.
If your neighbor refuses to take responsible care, take care of the trees adjacent to your own. Well-tended trees make great neighbors in the city.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
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On my way to meet you for lunch on Thursday I passed a door that had a sign that read “this is not an exit”. This sign was on the side of the door facing the street. (Door had no handle, so it probably wasn’t an entrance either.)