In Tell Tamar with our cook Abu Asher to the left of Rasha, and our driver to the right. The wonderful Fonda (who now works for the ACLU in Boise) is sitting along the river.
In Tell Tamar with our cook Abu Asher to the left of Rasha, and our driver to the right. The wonderful Fonda (who now works for the ACLU in Boise) is sitting along the river.
I just came out of four days of pretty intensive training with my teacher-to-be cohorts. Much love in that circle. And it was my turn to co-teach the Sunday class in front of THEM and receive some feedback. My perfectionist self has been relatively quiet and I've been able to receive the input with equanimity and the realization that their suggestions can only make it better. Where has the 'real' me gone? I am also in this new life of not-Xerox and different schedules and responsibilities and realizing that getting back to normal is not an option because 'normal' is constantly changing and moving and waking up to the way it is today is what I get to do. Good stuff.
2008
Last night I went to my third New Year's Intention Setting with Noah and the Dharma Punx crew. Happy February! It continues. I started this post to track my journey through the last few months of my life while doing the Year-to-Live practice. My life is so full these days that it's like those old games you used to play. Yeah, it's Tuesday, but I've been thinking about last weekend a lot. I've been gone from LJ for ages and ages. I've been back from
-- I started teaching meditation at a couple of recovery centers and I am in heaven. I cannot believe how much I enjoy it, but I think the reaction of the people and how it makes even the smallest difference to them is such a joy to behold.
-- My niece Monica and her husband Kevin came out from Philadelphia and spent a week with us. Monica wanted to spend her 40th birthday in LA with so many of her friends. She is a lovely diva and had her party at the Biltmore Hotel in downtown LA. Now that's a swanky place. We had much fun that week.
-- I got another tattoo, this of a sock bunny over my heart. Retreat after retreat has brought up how much more time I want to be with my husband. For some reason we've called each other bunny for years (origins lost in the mists of time, you know). So I got a bunny over my heart. It's almost our 20th wedding anniversary so I've decided to make a commitment. Ha. [pictures eventually].
-- Cried and cried and cried over Obama and the inauguration and the important message he brings to us about taking responsibility and being accountable, oh, and being here for each other.
-- Inauguration day is also the anniversary of my father's death. He died the day Kennedy was inaugurated. I was five, but my brother, who was attending West Point at the time, was actually in Washington at a color guard or something. Those memories are always there.
-- Learning, learning, learning. It's all about learning new things all the time.
-- I read The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman. Greg my boss at Xerox told me I HAD to read it. It's great and so chock full of information. I don't necessarily agree that free-markets are a panacea but I feel I know so much more about the global phenomenon than I did before. And it's an easy read. Glad Greg is still my friend.
-- Gone are the 8-5, 40-hour work weeks. Now it's working when there is stuff to be done. Saturday? Sunday? Evening? Yeah. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
-- Is everyone an Aquarius?
And a bunch of other stuff. Hi everyone. Hope you're all well...Good to be back. I missed you.
I also had lunch with my friend Linda from Xerox. We've known each other and been friends since the early 80's (when all those movies they seem to be playing on TV were new). She is transferring up to Washington State and leaves this week. It kind of makes it okay. If Linda is leaving the area, then I won't miss much at mother X. It makes sense. We went out and had matzoh-ball soup at the deli we've been going to since I used to be hungover every day. Actually, I had my favorite: kreplach soup and a half of a tongue sandwich. Oy vey.
Christmas was good and quiet. Sees Candy and coffee for breakfast. Chinese food for dinner. A Christmas Story in the evening. And lovely rain. And we got the cats wasted on some powerful catnip-filled socks. Oh, yeah, vicarious pleasure.
I did the sit at the meditation center on Christmas eve. Five people came and we talked about why we were there. A Buddhist-Christmas sangha. Lovely.
I thank all my bloggie friends for all the movie reviews. I want to watch more movies and have gotten lots of good ideas.
I'm feeling warm and comfortable and grateful to be in the moment. This may pass, but lovely to be here now.
Everything arises and passes away, arises and passes away. Today the fear doesn't grip, but is just seen for what it is, arising and passing away.
Oh, and that figuring out the future thing? Well, yesterday I got an email from the director of my archaeology excavations. They are working on the publications this February and March and need my help and will give me money. HA! I quit archaeology after 28 years and then they give me money. No, you can NEVER figure it out.