I've just added the new weekly forecast, but the format is not right and Robert is at a conference today, so I can't call him to tell me what to do to fix it!  Also the chart order page is not working right today, so I am having to be patient with everything.

I was a patient over the weekend.  I unexpectedly came down with a rather virulent infection while co-teaching the mothers and daughters class with my daughter, Sigrid, at Esalen on Saturday.  After the morning break, Sigrid had to drive me to Monterey Community Hospital--over an hour away from Esalen.  Transferring to Kaiser, I stayed in the hospital until Monday afternoon, and Sigird finished up the class.   The class was a big success and I'm, needless to say, very proud of Sigrid's carrying on without me and completing the class so well.

Oddly, at the Kaiser Hospital, one of the night nurses recognized my name, and came in to say hi.  He had taken one of my classes at the Learning Annex, and made sure I had a quiet room.  I am very grateful.  Then, when Robert came to pick me up (we borrowed Fumiko's car) we had trouble with the battery twice!  However, in both cases, we got immediate help, and were on our way within minutes.  One of the students had taken my belongings to her house in Oakland, so I was able to pick up all my things on the way home.  For a stressful situation, where everything seemed to be going the wrong way, each time a kind of synchronistic hand from the Universe kept offering assistance. 

 I'm very happy to be home, and very grateful to the miracle of antibiotics!  It was looking serious for awhile, but I feel great now.  I'm catching up on the blog, and the forecast, but will be happy when Robert gets back so he can fix the PROBLEMS! 

Just got back from yoga.  Eliza and I walked there and back tonight.

I took an evening stroll last night at 8 pm.  Very unusual for me to walk at this time, but the balmy  twilight was irresistible.  The rewards delectable:  stillness, fragrance, and colors that glow best in dusk.  At 220 Carmel (my favorite number 22 as always), just a block behind my house, an amazing succulent garden gushes forth.  It's old, because the plants are, as Eliza would say, gi-normous.  The round fat succulents (are those called hens and chicks?) were blooming with tall, Christmas-tree shaped yellow cones of blossoms.  Unbelievable.  At dusk, they glow like acid-trip Christmas aliens.  It was well worth it!  What an adventure, and so close to home.

Three consultations today.  It seems everyone is struck by the idea of cleaning out their storage bins.  I'm the right person to talk about with that idea.

A student from my class at Discover U in Seattle, wrote with this feedback about her numerology chart and a name question:

"I received the charts and enjoyed reading them very much.  It was amazing how much I resonated with so much of the information.  3 and 9 have always been significant in my life.  The charts help to clarify their importance even more.

I had expected my married name chart to be very different from my birth chart and was surprised to see that it really was in harmony with my birth chart.  Both were very insightful.

I have one question. 
What is the significance, if any, of those women who chose to change from their married name back to their birth name or a completely different name?   Ramona

To Ramona, I wrote:

 
I am one of those women you are curious about.  I felt the need to change my name after my first divorce because I was no longer Mrs. So and So.  Even though my kids had their father's name, I didn't feel it necessary for my name to be the same as theirs.  On the other hand, I had no desire to return to my maiden name.  That felt, energetically, like going backwards (I didn't want to return to that "young, insecure" self that I felt myself to be under my maiden name.)

I chose Adrienne because I always like the sound of it.  It is also my daughter's middle name.  I was going to spell it Adrian because it looked more like a middle name, but then I changed to Adrienne because the numerological impact was that it matched my Birthpath number (11/2).
Carol

I just came back from a short evening walk.  It's so beautiful out tonight--shadows painted with low-hanging leaves catching the last rays.  Curiously quiet, with occasional far-away cheers and clapping from a softball game in the park.  All the gardens are spilling flowers after the rain, Santa Barbara daisies are my favorite--little pink and white flowers always exuberant and joyfully plain.  Satin, riotous California Golden poppies are everywhere--in traffic cirlces,  front yards, vacant lots--the only beautiful thing-- and in the cracks of median strips-- bursting out like silky little banners announcing that summer is on the way.

I'm glad to be home.

Seattle was great--very fun classes with great people.  Great visit with Gary McAvoy and dinner with his friends John and Sadie,  talking until too late at night.

Anders earned his yellow belt and came over to tell me Sunday morning.  Augie said his first sentence, Mo  oh  pease.   More orange please.

Two one-minute calls with Sigrid--we both are too busy to talk!  Mother and daugther!  We have to be telepathic now.  

Longer talk with  Fumiko in Japan, hearing the latest plans for later in the year.  Very exciting. Things unfold at their own rate.