I’ve seen enough unhappy, wrenched, aching, sore bodies now to tell you, emphatically, they DO NOT like being bashed about for hours on the sparkly, sunny waves.
No matter how much fun your brain is having.
I was drowning my lunchtime woes in a tomato gorgonzola Pagliacci pizza, heaped with sliced avocado, with a side cup of Nubian Goatsmilk yoghurt(the finest ‘ghurt known to mankind)… Thinking oh, how delicious, but hmmm… a pinch of salt would make it exquisitely delicious-I’m an avocado snob and this one sat just a little too long at home. It was just ever so slightly overripe, which turns the corner of smooth, yummy, avacadoey perfection towards bland, pasty grossness. If it’s not too far gone, salt, lovely, brilliant salt, brings it back to YUM.
I knew I’d slipped into that torpid well of laziness when I found myself vapidly losing the internal debate as to whether or not I should pry my lazy ass off the futon and haul it 5 feet over to the lounge cupboard to get the salt shaker.
Sigh.
I wonder if amoebas have these problems?
I hate going to the dentist, but it really sucks to get yourself geared up to go and have them try to foist you off on another dentist, who doesn’t even know whether you need a root canal, a filling or a crown and then have her decide you need to go see a specialist while trying to get you to accept the $500 nightguard they made you(despite you having told them to hold off having it made at the last visit) even though it may no longer fit you after the specialist-ordained dentistry happens and they may have to make another one(cha-ching!).
Grrrrrrrick! My wallet is limp enough without that kind of suckfactor.
I stood my ground and came home WITH the nightguard and MY dentist’s assurance that if they have to make another one, it’s free.
Phew.
Now if only I knew what the hell is the matter with my teeth, I’d be halfway to happy with the frickin’ situation.
Not sure if it really qualifies as a skyline, but there’s certainly sky and lines and it’s awful purty, right?
Got back from Dharma Art discussion group ravenous enough to eat a whole cow, despite the peanut butter sandwich, cashews and figs I munched beforehand.
My newfound bliss is frozen shitake mushrooms and edamame beans-so quick, so easy, so delicious! Just toss ‘em in a pan with some garden garlic an’ herbs, leftover rice or noodles, maybe some meatty meats and YUM!
God I love food. Or maybe that’s the tapeworms talking.
but traffic was HELL.
At least Sam got to sleep in the backseat for the two hours it took us to get home.
Gack. I’m going to bed now, someone come and rub the stopngo driving knots outta my neck now, please?
I was weeding yesterday when I realised that my garlic needed to be harvested pronto! Since I just happened to be recieving a blessed new massage trade from my new friend Sophia, and my mom was babysitting and Sophia’s husband Nathan and daughter M’khela were s’posed to drop by later on, we all harvested together and turned it into a garlic celebration dinner!
Nathan just happens to be an excellent photographer, so I couldn’t resist a little shameless rolling about in my harvest.
Ahhh… Garlic. That should keep the vampires away…
Oh shoot-that might keep the vampires away!
Some kids just have to taste them…
munch!
Yuk!
My favorite quote of the weekend’s Shambala training…
My emphatic smartass reply: ‘That’s why we all keep coming back!’. As you can tell it was a rousing discussion group. In more ways than one. It’s been an awesome, deluxe, emotionally stormy, meditational breakthrough kind of weekend.
We sat, we walked, we talked, we learned the open sky meditation technique and shamata yoga and slogan contemplation… I’m tired and happy.
Someone even threw in a Shakespearean quotation: ‘Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all’, which I found very apt, and privately rather amusing(since I just wrote appropriately located shakespearean quotations all over a naked woman for a performance last weekend), considering we were talking about the niggling self-doubts and hesitations that prevent us from acting with confidence in the world.
‘The difference between conscience and discernment?’, supposed I, which earned me a pleased, spontaneous ‘good job’ pat on the shoulder from our teacher, who just happened to have been a preschool teacher before she became an Acharya. I was startled, happy, honored and slightly embarrassed(like a precocious 3 year old)-not an uncommon feeling in the presence of your dharma teacher, though I hear it’s not always happy embarrassment.
Now that I’ve completed the first set of 5 levels, I’m told, the pony ride is over-from here on out we do the work and I’ve heard rumors of how tough and awesome the graduate levels are…
I’m a bit nervous, though excited, for the first one, in August.
I took some cute pics of us with our shiney new Great Eastern Sun pins, but unfortunately, someone set the camera on video, so I can’t show you what spiffy warriors we are.
You never know what you’re going to learn about in meditation class.
OK, OK, so the orgasm part was after class, but it WAS still related to the curriculum.