Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Jacket, scarf, bomber hat, gloves, boots, and she and Miss Callie were out the door to the garage. She began filling her bucket with bird seed, suet cakes, checked to make sure cell phone was in her pocket, and camera around her neck.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
She is so happy that her son is allowed to follow a part of his dream.
In her mind she is near him in this land - far away.
She misses him and is so pleased he keeps in touch and shares such wonderful letters with her.
.................today, Sunday, I taught my second Iyengar yoga class here - first one yesterday a very full ( 14 men and women from everywhere ) and very international level one class - today's class advanced and all women - 6 Thai ladies, one British, and one from Brooklyn......it went quite well and there were even 4 teachers amongst them......the class started at 11:00 am and halfway thru the class it got really dark and stormed the rest of the class - and most of the afternoon - outside the windows of the studio the owners wife has lots of potted bamboo plants on a balcony which combined with the torrential rain and wind was quite exotic and added a distinct touch to the atmosphere as we segued to more restorative poses - since it was raining so hard after class I had dinner downstairs at Zen - which is a chain of Japanese restaurants here - the studio is in a 4 story office bldng 20 minutes walk and skytrain ride away from my apartment - also in the building are a vinyassa yoga studio, a ballet studio, kids karate, a Western Sizzler and a bunch of hair and nail salons....the ballet studio is next door so for many saturdays a year going back over 6 years I often hear classical piano music filtering thru the wall as there is a ballet class at the same time as the yoga class saturday mornings - so I always know I am in Thailand when relaxing at the end of class in the darkened studio in savasana when I hear the music - its quite nice......
have a great Sunday, Jimmy
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Deer looking in the window.
One Woman would surely smile if she was able to capture this image at her home in the woods. Or would she???
It looks like the 3 day rain has stopped. The sun was out for a little over an hour.
She walked the long gravel drive. It made her realize that she has not been walking regularly since moving to the country. She has always walked daily. So her walking began today!!!
It is so good - to be feeling well again.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
This home she built after leaving the old farm house. It was sold in what she thought was an unusual way. I guess for her it was unusual. The lady is a retired professor from Rhode Island.
When asked if she had family in the area - the answer was no. Then how in the world did you find this home that is located in a simple farming community and why would you want to live here.
Her answer, she found it on the Internet. Reason for this area because of low taxes. Now the tax part made sense. A story on that later when she shares the comparison between taxes in the big city and in this area.
Quickly she went in the house and made a phone call. A friend had spent the night with her neighbor and it was suspected she was having a heart attack.
Later in the morning it was determined that this attack was pneumonia. Thankful for that.
So, her morning continues and on to the car place to have the oil changed and tires rotated on her pickup.
She sit in the assigned area and very soon is very uncomfortable. She has her book to read and her energy drink and their are 4 other people staring at the television that is quite loud.
Ok, she thinks this is the time to really practice my mindfulness. She must confess that she could not do it. She could not tune out the noise. She is an absolute failure. She tries repeating "May I be Happy, Well, Safe and Peaceful - over and over. Then the Lord's Prayer over and over. Then her deep breathing, but she could not drowned out the television. She is ashamed of herself as she passes judgement on these people that are just staring at something that does not make sense. If they glanced her way they probably thought there was something wrong with her - with her eyes closed and going through my mindfulness technique.
This scenario tells her that she has grown so use to being alone and quiet - that she wonders is she normal. If she is not - she likes her life and may go to town even less often. But she does need food and her vehicle serviced!!!
She goes to the front desk and inquires if she could sit someplace else? Wonders never cease and she smiles to herself as a chair is brought and is put in front of a huge window and the sun is streaming in the window. Oh, this is wonderful - even if the view is the cemetery across the street and they are preparing a grave. The sun feels healing and she just sits with a blank mind.
She did not sleep well last night and that is unusual. Earlier in the day she glanced at the weekly neighborhood paper and once again there are names of people with familiar faces. Pretty soon there will not be many people alive that she is acquainted with. So something is disturbing her and she cannot put her finger on it. Guess it is just life in the 70's. At the moment she is trying to keep the smile on her face and remember she is promised only today.
So she is home, ate a bowl of soup and peanut butter 1/2 sandwich and 3 cookies and a glass of milk. The sun is shining and it is warmer, still cold but warmer. She goes out on the deck with a blanket and pillow and stretches out in her chair. Oh, the sun feels wonderful. Soon, Miss Callie has jumped into her lap.
So, her day continues and for some reason there is a cloud over her spirit. She is confident it will lift - in fact just with this sharing it is fading away.
Writing is wonderful therapy!!!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all of your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letter's from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Her car has not pulled out of the gravel drive for 5 days. She is perfectly content and lately wonders about herself? Wish I had more of a gift of words to write and share the depth of what she senses deep in her Spirit.
She truly thought that by the time these last chapters of life had arrived that she would not still have such a passion for growing spiritually. She now is aware that it will never end in this lifetime!
She is truly thankful for friends she has met world wide through her journal. So many are on the same path. There is encouragement among them. Throughout her journey on this earth - this has rarely happened. She always felt different and has the thought that many people also viewed her as being different. She smiles to herself - because it no longer is important.
There is a car pulling down the drive and she recognizes it as the mail carrier.
Three books just arrived:
Wherever You Go There You Are by Jon Kabot - Zinn
Happiness by Thich Nhat Hanh
10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace by Dr. Wayne Dyer
She will add them to the stack by her leather chair. She does not read like a normal person - but then what is normal.
There are 3 or 4 books that each have a bookmark sticking out of them. She is very aware she will start scanning these books - after lunch.
Solitude is the sense of being often alone, is essential to any depth of meditation or of character; and solitude in the presence of natural beauty and grandeur is the cradle of thought and inspirations which are not only good for the individual, but which society could well do without.
John S. Mill
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Since we use the word - this scripture came to mind this morning of a beginning New Year.