Kath Thompson
I teach yoga.
I love to breathe.
Kapalabhati pranayama rocks my world.
I can’t sing (but love to chant)
I love rituals
I was born a Capricorn (on the cusp)
I cannot live without coffee.
I can sit perfectly still for over an hour.
I am afraid of deep water.
I can’t parallel park.
I know how to scuba dive (but won’t).
I can eat anything with chopsticks.
I don’t use coupons.
I was at Woodstock.
I have a large vocabulary.
I have slept in the Everglades surrounded by alligators.
I used to want to be a bartender.
I used to want to be a nun
I am happiest when I am around purple things.
I can read Tarot cards.
I can’t eat eggplant.
I have relatives in The Wizard of Oz.
I have paddled a canoe with a nudist.
I function best with 9 hours sleep.
I can go for a week without speaking.
I am addicted to blogs and social media.
I love the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke and Billy Collins
I watch My Dinner with Andre every January as a ritual
I don’t drink enough water.
I love my computer
I hate to vacuum.
I do not like hydrangeas.
I love the Sierra Mts.
I dislike the name “Debbie.”
I have read all of Proust.
I love yoga
I like to fly kites.
I have never smoked a cigarette.
I cry at movies.
I only watch really crappy TV.
I wear a size 8 shoe.
I hate the smell of burnt toast.
I love catalpa trees.
I speak no foreign languages.
I love to drive.
I hate clowns.
I love roller coasters.
I hate country music.
I do not like the sound of bagpipes.
I hate shaving.
I love Brie.
I love to watch water move.
I hate plastic cutlery
I love my Kindle
I do not love my phone
I love sitting up to my neck in hot water.
