A Vest. What a good idea. A loose vest, wool socks, stretchy pants and a buffet lunch. Just roll me out when you're done. Very much in contrast with how I felt this last Saturday. I went to a great b-d class with 15+ minutes straight of undulations, with partners, across the room, to slow music, to fast music, until all belly sinew (if there is any ached). My brain connected to a rolling belly right down to the tip of my inside scrunching woman parts. The meditation that class was about infinity, universal rythms... going with the flow. Sometime after that great class, I lost the tow line. I had one of those "just passing through" moments, and I felt weepy thinking about how mere stuff would outlive me, that all the hoarding that I could do wouldn't keep me from dying, or be anything to remember me by. You know, you can't take it with you, and the undulation at a Saturday morning belly-dance class is the truest you're ever going to be. I don't think I can explain that again. Since then I've just wanted to stay warm and covered and eat a lot of chocolate.