Magical Passes

Been thinking about what to touch on today. I've stared at this blank page over and over again and nothing's coming. So - I think I'll tell you about the book I was reading... one that I've given up on... which is a rarity. Honestly, I don't even know how this thing ended up in my pile of books. I have a pile in my bedroom that I just reach into and pull out another whenever I finish one book.

The book is called Magical Passes. And it was supposed to have something to do with the wisdom of the shamans of ancient Mexico. It had good write ups inside of it, raves from some of the higher end critics in the land. What those little blurbs failed to mention was the silliness of it. At least in my opinion.

I finally finished the first chapter and sighed relief. It's never a good sign when you sigh relief after reading only one chapter. Then I turned the page to see a bunch of pictures. Oh - wait - I'm expected to do these poses daily to become "magical". The androgynous late middle aged woman who was in a black leotard caused me to throw the book aside (literally) and go "oh... no... this is getting donated to the library".

So, dear readers, please avoid Magical Passes. It's not that I don't see us as magical and it's not that I don't see life as absolutely magical and wonderful and amazing, I just don't see how an old woman in a leotard is comfortable for anyone. And I can't help but wonder if the critics are actually busy doing the poses every day... somehow I doubt it.

The shaman who the teachings were learned from was Don Juan. Come on... no... New York Times... the author did not do something unbelieavably important here. There's a reason his type died out. Hey - one day I'm hoping to be critiqued by critics... I gotta get my punches in while I still can.