I adopted her and her sis, Ketu (named for the hidden stars of the Hindu sky – you never saw them) and, for little Hindu demons, which they were, from the rough streets of Central Square, Cambridge, MA. Ketu was a little more beautiful, lived hard, got nailed early and often, and died young – we think a raccoon got her back in ’92.

Rahu has traveled far and wide; Hawaii, Scituate, Cohasset, Nantucket, and finally DC. But she loved Nantucket most: she had a path worn circling the house. That’s how she would spend her days, circling the house, round and round. And round and round.

Maybe she’ll rally but I don’t think so. Talking it over with Craig, he said, “animals have their own way of passing, and they don’t choose to do the die-in-your-arms drama that people do.” I think that’s right for Rahu, anyway.  So, I’m not doing much this weekend but honoring this little being that’s been such a sweet little slice of wildness in my life for the last decade and a half. And letting her do it not in my arms, but in the dusty nest she’s made under the porch, like a self-respecting animal.

If this is your time, little one, Godspeed.

Back online and happy soon, let’s hope.

Annie

Not long after I met my new colleagues, which spurred a move to a new area – a city (DC)! A new job and just a wicked major (as they say back N of Boston) life shift for me.

I work for a small but fast-growing nutritional supplement company that designs products for use under a physician’s care for medical indications. Theralogix. I’m diving into the science of nutrition (exploring the power of intelligent nutritional supplementation for medical indications). I work with a fun, smart team, and it’s all good.

The city is interesting – the museums are great (and free). I have a goal of meeting the Obamas, and hope the natives will help me out with that.

People here can be very wound up – I don’t think they even realize how wound up they are. And, they tend to work a lot. Monster hours are the norm here. I think it comes right from the top – you know how they were always in at 6a and out at 1a or 3a on West Wing?

Washington is an interesting place, and unique in a couple ways. The area is filled with government workers – military, NIH, congress, etc etc. These are folks who are dedicating their lives to building structures, hopefully that work. While there are free spirit/free thinkers here, everyone is conscious of structures and rules. People pay there taxes on time here. Extensions arn’t even a consideration.

This is so different from Nantucket and Hawaii, two places where offbeat, outlaw characters are the rule. Where those freak-flags are flyin’, and rules, even laws seem pretty open to interpretation. It’s sort of refreshing, people paying their taxes and reacting as you’d expect. It’s, well, normal.

Another aspect of DC that is interesting and unique to me is that it holds (centralizes? intensifies?) power. Political, social, financial now, but thus the structure – we need a strong container here for all the power. The monuments downtown are such masculine power centers.  You just don’t see that many places!

So, I’m here, studying yoga with Suzy Hurley, thinking about supplements, and at the moment, missing my husband, who’s on Nantucket taking care of our place.

Today, Craig (le husband), Lori (le neighbor) and I went foraging in the jungley cliff behind our cool little Kauai villas.

We scored about 15 beautiful papayas and two big bunches of bananas.

One thing about the places we live is that foraging for food is a way of life. Here on Kauai it’s fruit fruit fruit, herbs, greens and sprouts. On Nantucket, it’s protein protein protein (fish, shellfish, game).  I don’t know how the foraging will be in DC, but I suspect it will be different…

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