Good morning! I'm at work. It's hot and sticky. Boo! Did sit for 30 minutes before I left though, and that was nice, in the quiet damp still of Sunday morning.
afternoon everyone. it's a lovely soft rainy one here with a southern breeze. A good opportunity to be 'in'. sat for 15 mins and remembered to start again with 21 yogic breaths, which somehow really helped make space in my mind and my body. Also noticed that with incence I have much more a sense of the difference between the in and out-breaths. Now I am cooking and enjoying being present with beans in pods and autumn fruit....
Poor you Jean! What terrible luck, with this Indian summer we're having and everything. Well done for 30 minutes early on a working Sunday. I'm impressed!
It was the most fabulous sunny day here in Surrey today. We walked 5 miles through fields and forests, and picked 3 and a half pounds of brambles - my hands are still stinging and burning with nettle rash and thorn scratches, but the jam and crumbles always taste better if you've worked hard for the berries :)
I met the most amazing tree, a giant oak almost entirely smothered with virginia creeper, just coming aflame, I hope to revisit in a few weeks time when I'm sure it will be scarlet from top to toe. I'm not sure what it means yet, but it feels meaningful and I'm going to hold it in mind when I meditate this week.
I'm so with you on the autumn fruits Ruth. Our house is groaning under the weight of grapes on the vines that wrap all around the roof edge. This week they'll become chutney, the apples are going into pies and crumbles ... although I grew up spending summers on the family fruit farm, I've never had a garden of my own before. It's amazing.
We're frantically chopping wood too ... realising we don't yet have enough for a winter in house made mostly of single glazed glass. I wander through our woods with the dog spotting logs big enough to be worth chopping up. The small ones quickly split by my dad's wonderful alligator saw. The big ones worked through by hand with my forestry bow saw. I'm still not in great health and can't let my blood pressure go up, so I dive out for ten minutes at a time, saw one log and then go back to my desk or the TV. Newspapers are being plaited into fire lighters whilst I watch the football.
For some reason all this stuff ... the chickens, the grapes, the wood that will keep us warm (my dad always says if you chop it yourself you get warm twice) ... it's making the big losses easier to live with. And quieting my mind. Answering the big questions with the smaller questions. Realising that so many details of the life I'm living are beyond my comprehension eases my craving to know why on the huge painful stuff.
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Good morning! I'm at work. It's hot and sticky. Boo! Did sit for 30 minutes before I left though, and that was nice, in the quiet damp still of Sunday morning.
afternoon everyone. it's a lovely soft rainy one here with a southern breeze. A good opportunity to be 'in'. sat for 15 mins and remembered to start again with 21 yogic breaths, which somehow really helped make space in my mind and my body. Also noticed that with incence I have much more a sense of the difference between the in and out-breaths. Now I am cooking and enjoying being present with beans in pods and autumn fruit....
Poor you Jean! What terrible luck, with this Indian summer we're having and everything. Well done for 30 minutes early on a working Sunday. I'm impressed!
It was the most fabulous sunny day here in Surrey today. We walked 5 miles through fields and forests, and picked 3 and a half pounds of brambles - my hands are still stinging and burning with nettle rash and thorn scratches, but the jam and crumbles always taste better if you've worked hard for the berries :)
I met the most amazing tree, a giant oak almost entirely smothered with virginia creeper, just coming aflame, I hope to revisit in a few weeks time when I'm sure it will be scarlet from top to toe. I'm not sure what it means yet, but it feels meaningful and I'm going to hold it in mind when I meditate this week.
I'm so with you on the autumn fruits Ruth. Our house is groaning under the weight of grapes on the vines that wrap all around the roof edge. This week they'll become chutney, the apples are going into pies and crumbles ... although I grew up spending summers on the family fruit farm, I've never had a garden of my own before. It's amazing.
We're frantically chopping wood too ... realising we don't yet have enough for a winter in house made mostly of single glazed glass. I wander through our woods with the dog spotting logs big enough to be worth chopping up. The small ones quickly split by my dad's wonderful alligator saw. The big ones worked through by hand with my forestry bow saw. I'm still not in great health and can't let my blood pressure go up, so I dive out for ten minutes at a time, saw one log and then go back to my desk or the TV. Newspapers are being plaited into fire lighters whilst I watch the football.
For some reason all this stuff ... the chickens, the grapes, the wood that will keep us warm (my dad always says if you chop it yourself you get warm twice) ... it's making the big losses easier to live with. And quieting my mind. Answering the big questions with the smaller questions. Realising that so many details of the life I'm living are beyond my comprehension eases my craving to know why on the huge painful stuff.
hugs all xx
Hugs to you, Stray, and to Jean and Ruth. I'm glad the physical activity is helping with the metaphysical - I always find that to be true too.
Our day was very changeable, from sun to rain to clouds to sun. Pruning bushes. Cleaning my studio. Not thinking much.
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