
After finally coming to terms with it, I have recognized my lactose intolerance. I was first in denial since I love milk and cheese. I could go on eating all the cheese and drinking all the milk I wanted. That all had to end, though. This summer I had to let go of milk. I had to call it and tell it that it was over, that it wasn't him, but that it was me. I learned from Wikipedia that 55 percent of Mexican-American males are lactose intolerant. I also learned lactose intolerance is part of adulthood, your body just stops breaking down lactose. Not until the 1950s did scientists actually start studying the causes.
I had to suddenly learn how to live without milk, which surprisingly wasn't very hard. My parents drink Lactaid, a type of milk that does not contain lactose. It 's technically milk, it tastes like milk, it sounds like milk. It's also grabbed my curiosity for other types of milk. I've heard almond milk and chocolate soy milk are delicious. Turns out it isn't that hard to be lactose intolerant when a majority of people in the world are too.



Local AcroYoga teacher prepares to teach in Kenya as part of the Africa Yoga Project

During each solstice and equinox, at the mouth of the San Lorenzo River, the birthplace of surfing in this continental U.S., you will find Dean Pollard honoring the changes in the earth and sky, with his creation of labyrinths in the sand. He starts from a center, plotting the design with his feet, performing his art with his body and shovel. He aligns himself with a compass and rides his own fluidic wave in the tradition of the ancients, creating a spacial vortex between heaven and earth. This is performance art honoring seasons, transitions, and changes. Dean’s creative urge brings a level of consciousness and pattern for all of us to see. Dean will be at Seabright Beach again March 20th for the Spring Equinox. Check out his website:
There is an email from Gurmukh Khalsa today. This is not junk. I have received a personalized 40-day meditation! I attended the San Francisco Yoga Journal Conference and took an intensive full day class with this beautiful yogi, dressed in white, from Los Angeles. I didn’t know much about her or about Kundalini Yoga, but had been curious for years. Arriving early in San Francisco, I seized my spot in the yoga room. She walked in with a sheepskin and a silk pillow. She had my attention. “Sat Nam,” were her first words. The mantra (http://www.kundaliniyoga.org/mantra.html) means truth … say Sat Nam to anyone and it means I see the truth in you and you see the truth in me: truth is my identity … Divine truth. Kind of like “namaste,”


