1st Full Day in London

Spent my first full day in London and I had a great time.  It was a little weird  traveling people and not alone.  But it was cool to get someone else’s perspective. My peeps were cool.  We started our day with a City tour of London.  We went to the Tower of London which houses the crown jewels for the British Royalty.  The jewels were amazing but lots of the area was closed off for a visit from Queen Elizabeth.  I missed torture section.   There was also an art exhibit commemorating WWI made with ceramic poppy flowers.  There was one flower per British death within the UK meaning there were something like 880,000 poppies.

We headed onward to a trip on the Thames via boat.  The Thanks was significantly reduced with wise making the river flow faster and it doesn’t freeze anymore.  Next we saw Buckingham and St. James Palace.  Plus we saw the royal band and the actual Queen as she returned home to Buckingham Palace.  We had lunch at a typical English pub with beer, fish and chips.  It was called checkers and it was old and quaint.  Next we took a private tour of the Tate Modern.  One of them largest modern art museums in the world.  I loved getting explanations about all of the art.  I have postcards that I can explain to all of you .  ;)

Next we hit the London Eye. Super cool – London by night was amazing.  Then we were off to dinner at the Savoy Grill.  It was amazing.  I had a London pie which was tasty.

I slept awful and I arm so tired…  Can’t wait to get some sleep.

All my love-


There is one thing that continues to shock me.  Sometimes something happens to you and you feel changed – permanently different but the world is constant and continues onward unchanged by you. Occasionally I want to scream, “Hello- aren’t you different too? Why am I the only one altered”.  But that question is ultimately only greeted by silence since in fact it was only me who is different. But I guess that is okay too.  ;)


Here is a poem I heard at yoga last night. I like it.  Thought you might enjoy…

There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self Discovery

Chapter One.

I walk down the street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.
I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It still takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I’m in the same place! But it isn’t my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in. It’s a habit! My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter Four.

I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

Chapter Five.

I walk down a different street.



Yoga class was interesting last night.  We talked about meeting negativity/wickedness with neutrality.  I have been struggling with that idea. I spoke up in class – what does that look like exactly??  I have been struggling with this.  My teacher said at one point we would have to look at whether you need this person in your life.  I said, “its my grandma”.

For her neutrality looks like attentive no response.  Meaning you don’t answer and you don’t say anything, if the topic changes to new negative – you still don’t answer.  Worst case you leave.

All my love-