Leaf Fall and Asides in Everyday Ramblings

Welcome to my world of wet leaves. This is the colorful downside of living in a place so green in an environment of climate change. I feel for the guys out there finishing up the work on the track. They are a bit behind schedule and they are working 7 days a week to get the new field down and the “extra” parking spaces in. I miss the public track a lot. Wandering around in a daze (which I do a lot of) requires effort and creativity. Six more weeks or so, they are saying.

Just in time for icy conditions.

“My” yoga students are very supportive in terms of keeping the class as is in the building so I think we will be able to (as a group) make a compelling case to the powers that be. I love the early term energy in the room. I hope to be able to experience that in the winter term too…

I am doing some online continuing education (that seems to be what I do when I am not doing chores or reading Martin Walker Bruno mysteries (I am in #9) or fending off ants in the kitchen (yesterday everything was off my kitchen counters and on the floor and I was an evil slayer of the invading army with my bleach water, orange peel extract and Windex wishing them all an auspicious rebirth just in case any of them comes back as my mother in my next life) and yesterday our teacher Cyndi Lee explained something in a way I loved so much I am sharing with anyone who will listen…

She was talking about “Mettā or maitrī, which means benevolence, loving-kindness, friendliness, amity, friendship, good will, kindness, and active interest in others”.

And she said something so simple… “See if you can make your kindness more loving and your loving more kind”. That is the homework (besides following the breath in short periods of meditation).

Definitely something to ponder as I wander down to another building midday today in the heavy gloom to stand in line and get my flu shot.

I had a lovely chat with Mrs. Sherlock on Sunday after church. We talked about things we need to forgive. For her it is her mother (long gone) who said something unkind about her marriage that has affected said marriage all these years and for me, she says I need to forgive myself for being a victim as a young woman of repeated and various predatory sexual behavior by men.

I don’t really think of myself as a victim, (at least I didn’t think I did) until Mr. Trump in his bellicose and boorish way brought it all up front and center stage into our consciousness. But apparently my unconscious has been operating under that assumption for my whole adult life.

Good to know. :)

I think I’ll just let that all go, drift away into a foggy gray mist into the cold dark rain.

And think about how I can be more kind and loving to myself, and my colorful leaf strewn world.

Because, whoa baby, the holidays are on their way.

Last updated October 18, 2016