19th of September, 2018 Wednesday
No dream embedded in my mind. Sleep eluded after 4am. A good narrator read me a fantastic tale of lands and people all made up.
I cannot give the headspace to the crazy that erupts around the subject of our leadership. Its all shook up, the rules are down, its all a Tower of Babel really. I link these posts to Twitter and occasionally look and feel so sick at the shit that’s slung across the screen. At just a little South of 60, I am appalled at what passes for discussion. We are just bullying each other, oh my God, no wonder we are all at odds. Its a landscape of adversity. No wonder children who find it hard enough pick up guns to make it stop.
Yes I do retreat from it and send light from my heart into the air instead of bullets aimed for harm from my mouth or from a gun. I have the books which explain the paths we’ve trod to get here but cannot read or listen. I’m praying to whatever it is that hears that this ugly grotesque time is equivalent to teenage acne, its a necessary phase that will end when all the pus is gone.
I rant.
I will retreat from rant.
Yoga. There is a running challenge these three weeks. Short practice and suggested meditate. The meditation frame is this, 5 minutes focus on your breath, 5 minutes find the things that bless you and say thank you, 5 minutes send your loving healing to those you know might need it, and last 5 minutes incant a mantra about yourself which you wish to manifest. Its lovely this whole package.
Breath settles, being grateful for even that which hurts the most for that is where the lessons lie, sending healing thoughts to those you know are in distress for one thing or another, and seeing Self in all that makes you joy. Doesn’t get much better than that for 20 minutes.
The short classes are just fine for me as I feel old of a sudden. Strength left swiftly as my hormones did about two years ago. My body is so different. The mat which had been easily revisited is now quite challenging so quite often I do not mat. This three weeks of short 20 minute practices are just enough to get me there and let me find where I am in this new form and ask it to restore what I have not attended. I ask, that’s all, I don’t demand and it responds with yes or no but its better to ask than to ignore.
Yesterday I did a class that left me quite at peace in that last flat pose which is likened to a corpse. My lovely Dachshund Noble Boy said, “AHA, I’ve got you,” and came right over and did place his neck across my mouth. Its his favorite thing to ask for a nibbled neck. Some times I just cannot decline.
Lady Faerie Zoi had another dreaded Bath last afternoon. This time I brought a bucket of her Super Treats and she did lap them up and seemed to mind the Oh No Tub a little less than that dreaded last time. We’ve figured out the hows of what to make it swift and fun. We hug each other lots and lots and then its all done.
The water off, I let her go. She looks at me as if to ask with her lovely gaze if it is time to leave the Dreaded Oh No Tub. I told her yes and she daintily stepped out.
We toweled her almost dry and then I let her out the door to freedom. She trotted out and I went up to settle on the couch.
Now it was Zoi payback time. Lady Faerie Zoi is not so little anymore. She stepped up on the couch and settled her now large but oh so gentle self across my lap and there I had to stay while she slept off the trauma of yet another bath day. Of course The Wizard was close by, he’s never very far. He does object when she tries to sit on him. She who was much smaller than he is when he first spied her in his yard, has now grown well beyond his height.
I have to get her used to a hand held drier for Goddess Roamer and the Show. I had to order as I do not own one for myself. It came late yesterday and I unpacked it this am and plugged it in and turned on its little wind. Duckle Noble Boy came right up and wanted to be blown and Wizard too, seemed to take delight to be its gentle target. But not Brave Little Super Zoi, she departed swiftly. We will play with it today some more.
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