I like to be in charge.  Not in an obsessive way, but knowing what's coming in my mind is a good thing- which is why this whole spiritual movement can feel so foreign to me.  

Just Be.  Live in the Now.  You are where you're supposed to be in every moment. 

This all sounds good on paper and looks nice in print- but I find it hard to believe that I am supposed to be trapped on the Kennedy Expressway in bumper to bumper traffic multiple times a week.  

I love roses.  I always have.  I have roses on the set of my one woman show.  My husband always brings me back a dozen roses from each trip to the grocery store.  They make me smile.  I've noticed over the years that when I hold the vase of the flowers, and thank them for their beauty, and for being in my home, they live longer.  The roses on the set of my play are now going on their THIRD week of being alive.  They look like they are one day old.  This is really unusual.  My stage manager said to me last weekend,"How can they still be thriving?"  

Last night- I had one of my performances of "I'm Spiritual, Dammit" at the Chicago Center for the Performing Arts.  After every show, I talk to the audience; sell books, answer questions, shares some laughs.  Immediately after the performance, I was walking down the hall, and a man stopped me on my way to the washroom.

"How can you do this?"  He asked, with concern in his voice.

"Do what?"  I wondered... I just wanted to pee, and this man was standing in my way.

I was watching Oprah yesterday- (which is not the way I usually start my day, by the way....) and she was talking very openly about her battles with the bulge.  I'm impressed with her honesty- and give her big kudos for "coming out" about this.  She mentioned that she and Bob Greene were going for a walk, and he said she looked depressed.  I started to think about her work- what she does day to day- depression- the whole bit.