2004-05-31
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Ode to Health

New York City. A place of dreams. A place of miracles. A place of solitude and a place of crowds.

It has been 6 1/2 months since I moved to New York City. Some may actually go as far as calling me a resident. I still have my car in San Diego, along with storage. My bank is in San Francisco and I dont have a bike... but sure, I guess, yes, this is home to me. For now.

I love what New York does to me sometimes... It's like it toughens me up in all the ways Im weak and softens me sweetly in all the ways Im hard.

I am challenged here -- to be intelligent, worldly, sexy and smart... I like that part. And more than anything else, I have been taught to be self sufficient. This is pretty big for me, as I often rely on others, especially men, to carry the weight for me.

I live alone, which is great fun for overnight parties, or my little addiction to the hitachi magic wand -- but I am thinking I may move in with a roomate soon (gasp!) for greater space and convenience.

I am back to my healthy organic roots - living off dandelion root and nuts and greens and practicing yoga everywhere I can. I love yoga. There is nothing more fulfilling in the world for me I dont think. At least not now.

The other day someone came into my office and spread across my desk were the magazines "organic style" alternative medicine" "yoga journal" and "Oprah Magazine" -- the response -- WOW! YOU REALLY ARE A CALIFORNIA GIRL ARENT YOU?

I had a colonic last week, and ear candling, and reflexology, and I quit coffee. Hardly the life of a New Yorker! but amazing what good organic conscious people live here if you find them. There are plenty.

I miss the beach.

I miss being in love.

I miss the mountains too.

I wish I could walk up the stairwell of the Empire State Building, that would be more fun to me than the elevator.

I got a call from an old lover yesterday. Such a nice guy, a wonderful man who was always crazy about me. He was a waitor though, and never enough of a go getter to really get my attention. He just inherited close to a million dollars and is moving to Tahoe to live a rock climbing life. He was wondering what I was up to and if I would come visit.

Dating in NYC is funny. I do it - half heartedly. Rencently I fell hard for the most extreme opposite of my ex. I went running into the arms of a right wing married republican with two kids, a famous family, and an appointed official in the governor's office. LOL. I sound like the "Intern" --

Actually, it was fun while it lasted - but it's not what Im going for. My ex is an amazing pink haired porn loving sex activist, so -- there has to be an inbetween -- Right?

Funny, I consume my fair share of porn in NYC... and there are a number of swanky swing clubs that are underground but Id like to go with a boyfriend, not on my own...and what is different about me is that good sex to me is my quiet secret life - not my open loud "let every one know Im kinky" life... At least these are the things that Im learning about myself now.

There is so much to tell - it's like i want to get it all down on paper now! But I need to simple write more. That's it, just write more.

Ive decided that when Im done with this PR gig, I think I might write full time for magazines and teach yoga. Two fabulous careers I can do "with kids" --

Im definitely turning 30.

xxoo ziya

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