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Forces "Goodness!" I said, getting up, "It's time for my yoga program!" I gave Polly a kiss, and then I had to kiss Jack. It was something I went through every visit. That time it was worse than usual, with Polly watching and our conversation still running in my head. His cheek smelled of a shaving lotion unfortunately named "Chaps," which I had learned almost to like for his sake. During my yoga program I microwaved a leftover chimichanga from Taco Bell and had my dinner. It isn't true that you have to do the yoga exercises while the show is on. The main thing is to absorb the energy that Lilias, the teacher, or Yogin, projects through the TV. I always sit right up close to the set and eat while I'm watching. It only stands to reason that the energy is penetrating the food, too, so that I get a double dose. There is nothing about this that a Christian can't recognize and respect. I stand firmly with those who believe that all religions are tapping into the same great set of forces. Now, if you're of a scientific turn of mind you will no doubt discount everything I say about the forces, because no one has weighed one yet. Jack, for instance, would have said "baloney" if I tried to explain them. But doubt has no effect on facts. The forces exist, and I hope that, in time, you will become more broad-minded, as I have. For Jack, I fear, it is too late. He is a product of his time, when people were afraid of "crazy notions." But nowadays these ideas are becoming quite common. One of my granddaughters even gave me a sweatshirt last Christmas that says, "The Force Be With You" on it. I wear it sometimes when I'm gardening and also when I do my yoga exercises. I do do my yoga, you see, but not when Lilias' program is on. That seems quite straightforward to me, although some people find it hard to understand. While I ate, I could also see out into the yard, and into Jack's patio, where he was talking to Jorge, the head yardman, about his roses. I was sitting behind my big split-leaf philodendron, so I wasn't afraid that he could see me watching. Jorge was measuring out fertilizer, and Jack hung right over his shoulder while he mixed it up and fed it to the plants. He pretended he was just being friendly, but I knew, and Jorge knew, that Jack was there to make sure he did it right. Jack got fanatical about those roses last year; it was like he was trying to force them into bloom. <<| 1
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