Woke as usual at four this morning, but instead of going downstairs and getting on the computer I sat shamatha ten minutes, and then I toppled over and slept till after seven. Eight hours of sleep -- that doesn't happen very often.
Of course, now I'm a little groggy and disoriented. Very strange, to feel rested.
This is an amazing: Dumont Creek Cemetery. I go back again and again and look. A friend I had in Vancouver, Stephen, took the photographs somewhere north of the city, and it is his website that I've linked to. It's a very out of the way place, hard to find, in the wilderness, and the shrines... oh. Towards the end, the one with the fabric, it's a prom dress...
Another way in is through his blog page from last year.
Meditating on fear as I sit in the dentist’s chair waiting for the root canal to begin. And it really is fear … there’s no pain after the freezing takes hold. But there’s fear that it MIGHT hurt … so much for catastrophic expectations.
Breathing deep into my belly and focusing on my hara. Letting go of the fear, my hands come unglued from the arms of the chair.
Trying not to hit him or hate him and the periodontist who did the implants … they’ve used up my travel budget for a good long time.
meditation triumph janice!!! root canal fear. know it well! well done for breathing through it.
i've managed to sit most days, though i've been running round from here to cologne and back. playing the art of fugue also has to be a meditation so i count double on my scoring board!
love the return to sitting idea.
also my old boyfriend's father died. i had just seen them 'to say goodbye' (which we never did when he and i split up 9 years ago) i was in la rochelle doing a concert and they came to hear me play. I was holding him and his parents in my heart today. They were a big part of my life.
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So are we back in business here?
Woke as usual at four this morning, but instead of going downstairs and getting on the computer I sat shamatha ten
minutes, and then I toppled
over and slept till after seven. Eight hours of sleep -- that doesn't happen very often.
Of course, now I'm a little
groggy and disoriented. Very
strange, to feel rested.
This is an amazing: Dumont Creek Cemetery. I go back again and again and look. A friend I had in Vancouver, Stephen, took the photographs somewhere north of the city, and it is his website that I've linked to. It's a very out of the way place, hard to find, in the wilderness, and the shrines... oh. Towards the end, the one with the fabric, it's a prom dress...
Another way in is through his blog page from last year.
I'm so glad you're back ... I've missed you guys
Meditating on fear as I sit in the dentist’s chair waiting for the root canal to begin. And it really is fear … there’s no pain after the freezing takes hold. But there’s fear that it MIGHT hurt … so much for catastrophic expectations.
Breathing deep into my belly and focusing on my hara. Letting go of the fear, my hands come unglued from the arms of the chair.
Trying not to hit him or hate him and the periodontist who did the implants … they’ve used up my travel budget for a good long time.
meditation triumph janice!!! root canal fear. know it well! well done for breathing through it.
i've managed to sit most days, though i've been running round from here to cologne and back. playing the art of fugue also has to be a meditation so i count double on my scoring board!
love the return to sitting idea.
also my old boyfriend's father died. i had just seen them 'to say goodbye' (which we never did when he and i split up 9 years ago) i was in la rochelle doing a concert and they came to hear me play. I was holding him and his parents in my heart today. They were a big part of my life.
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