Well, I am thanking my lucky chakras for wireless Internet.  “Connectivity is enlightenment” the wise prophets say.  Or at least they should.

The glorious thing about this veganyogaspiritualhooha event is that nothing is mandatory.  There is no required reading.  This is fortunate, as the second something is mandatory I will put on the ol’ tennis shoes and run in the opposite direction.

Right now, next to me, there are people having a conversation about how people give out either expanding or contracting energy.  About how their lives are opening up for having been here. 

There is also a proliferation of sandals and flowing skirts (and this is not just on women, friends).  Of people who say things like, “When you use the word God, you freak me out . . . when you say that, I seize up inside . . . But you know what’s beautiful, you can let those people gravitate away from you.”

Wow. 

Perhaps I’d be awed by this if it wasn’t college boys having these conversations in lose-fitting clothing imprinted with the “Om.” College boys who plan to spend their summers “being present” and “living with his truth.” Though, this is a more attractive option, I suppose, than working at an Orange Julius for 40 hours a week. 

Well, I’m off to seek enlightenment myself.  I am starting with the racks of pretty yoga clothes they totally have for sale.  I plan to shop with my third eye.  So that totally counts.