One

In an attempt to streamline my thoughts -- and in turn, my life -- I am picking a single topic to blog about every weekday.

Consciously avoiding the onslaught.

Of thoughts.

That habitually render me speechless.

Maybe some of you can identify with me. Maybe those of you who used to be shy?

Panic-stricken on having to verbalize your thoughts?

And always faced with disappointment as these thoughts get lost in translation.

That is not what I'm thinking!

This experiment...will last for a month.

I'm hoping it will seep into my acting, too. Because how can you act more than one thing at a time? It's a form of dishonesty.

But time to be clear and specific.

These blogs will be boring, I promise you.

I'm not counting that intro as a "topic".

It is a preamble.

For the blog about...

(Wait)

(for)

(it)

"FALL"

There was a rude student in yoga class today. I felt well-prepared for it, handled the situation with grace (I thought), and decided to celebrate my yogic approach with a yogic walk. Delighted to see the beginnings of autumn. It's been years. I tried to forget Fall, took up with Spring instead. But, who am I kidding...my heart belongs to Autumn. It's my favorite, all-time-favorite, time of year.

We've agreed to write one another this next go-round.

Please forgive my cell-phone pics, I'm not much of a photographer.

(Coincidentally, I posted pictures of this same neighborhood in the Spring

[you must scroll down a bit] here.)

Along my walk in

Forest Hills, I met a pumpkin-and-white-colored cat.

He ran towards me

and professed

his undying love

for me. Then he scratched his butt

on my leg.

And on my run in Astoria Park, I saw two of New York's finest BLACK squirrels. I caught one of them here in a candid moment of squirrel-nutkinnery.

Yellow leaves and a yellow bug:

Bye!