That's a Fact, Jack in Everyday Ramblings

There is a steady rain today. If we have a break later I will run out back with my camera and take some pictures of the delicate white blossoms on the three decorative pear trees up there.

These are burgeoning dogwood blooms. There is something about how dogwood blossoms reflect and refract the light that makes them challenging to capture as they look to the eye.

I took a vacation day yesterday. It was so lovely to just do all the things I needed to do without having to fit them in and around work. And last night I slept deeply and was refreshed when I woke this morning. I wish I had more students for my public yoga classes but I love teaching whoever shows up.

Someone broke into the studio in the middle of the week. They tried the outside door, it has a crack but it held so they went around back and broke in through the bathroom window. It was a lot of effort for no real return. There are massage rooms and an office upstairs and the thieves basically got nothing. They did break the inside door to the studio and got in that way.

We don’t keep anything there. No money, credit card info, private info. None of us keep anything there because it is shared space. They knocked over some stuff, banged up a couple of plants, went through the cabinets but we are very lucky they did not do any damage to the beautiful bamboo floor. I was able to teach last night with no issues. We are going to change up the key situation and be more wary but it could have been much worse.

The whole thing was a bit disconcerting, and I have been disconcerted about work and my sister’s challenging transition home from the hospital and how by being there for the Seattle branch of the family it is affecting Kes, who I am very close to.

I ended up babbling to my student S., who brought me home after class about nothing really in particular, a years ago break up that we got started on because we were talking about food and he is a gourmet cook. I was embarrassed to have talked so much (I am hyper-sensitive to that because I have been in yoga classes where the teacher is talking way too much about herself and it is not appropriate) and called Kes when I got in.

I am missing OD a bit, Mr. Fine China still, though I don’t talk about it anymore, (we had a brief text exchange about birds from me and bees from him last weekend) and am about at a point where I might dip my toe back into the world of online dating just to see if I might get lucky and find some sort of companionship.

With my family (and it affects us all) going through this crisis with my oldest sister’s illness and caretaking needs I need some additional external support.

It is so easy to become isolated and have feelings come up and no skillful way to process them that is useful and good. It is a shift that takes some getting used to when one’s support becomes the needful thing. This is where I miss the Bird Guy. He was my sounding board and knew all the background.

As we pile our transitions and losses upon each other when we age, new types of friendship and support are called for. Watching those amazing sick kids up at the hospital with cancer with bags attached to them and ports and needles and bald heads and big bruised eyes playing and laughing say with a grandfather on the unit helps to put things in perspective but still there is nothing quite like talking “things” through with people who love you…

Sammy is going to the vet on Monday afternoon to check his med levels and get a tune up on his treatments. Kes and I will go out for a drink and dinner afterwards and I am looking forward to that. My Sunday yoga workshop is over so I can start going back to church again and will see friendly like-minded faces there…

It all just is what it is and that is a fact, Jack; rich, varied, fun and difficult, exhausting and exhilarating, full of delicate blossoms and anxiety and fear. Such a mess the palettes of our days are. I am grateful to have the opportunity to stop sometimes, take a breath and reflect.