My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet 130
In his own way Mr Shakespeare has written an Operation Beautiful note! His girlfriend wasn’t a supermodel; her lips weren’t so red and her eyes don’t always shine. Her cheeks aren’t pink and she doesn’t always smell so fresh (who did in the sixteenth century!), but Shakespeare loves her BECAUSE of these things, because she isn’t perfect, because she is human. So I salute you Mr Shakespeare on your 446th birthday for telling your lady just how beautiful she was!
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Also today is St George’s Day, he of dragon slaying fame. Also patron saint of England (despite allegedly being Palestinian – go figure!). St George to me represents having courage and faith in the face of adversity and suffering. Important aspects of life off our yoga mats.
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And of course it’s also Friday!! What do you have planned for the weekend? I’m having a pedicure and going to the library and bathing the cats. Rock’n'roll! 
