Blessed are those who know how to communicate with honesty and kindness when they are ready to leave a relationship. Never stay for a moment with anyone or any job you’re ready to be free from. If it’s time for a break, tell them so. At once. Care enough to talk it out and make an honorable exit. This is how you remain friends for life. The test of one’s character is how one has left others in the past.
I forgot how totally cool it is to share space with someone who has the same basic sadhana, or daily practice I have. A friend has been visiting and mostly keeping to himself in the master suite, working on a writing project. Twice a day we’ve been doing yoga and meditation together. He’s doing silence this week so we don’t speak, but simply sitting and stretching together is a powerful interaction. Attuning our breathing to each other, our body movements in the poses, with complete awareness yet in complete silence. Sitting side by side to meditate, there’s a definite difference in the energy of the room, with two rather than one. He helped me re-route grape vines to make a canopy over a sunny area in the back west woods. He picked up a lot of the branch deadfall and stacked it in the firepit area as I swept off the back porch. Part of the silence is also not making eye contact, to give each other complete privacy. It’s a powerful practice, forcing one to choose carefully what needs to be said and what does not. It’s amazing how much does NOT need to be said. I’m not talking about a vow of silence forever, this is just taking a week’s break at a time to reboot the body, mind and spirit. My house is feeling like a yogi’s home again, after a year of being a householder. I loved it then, and I love it Now.
From Illumina Bast : Owning my worth on a level I have never actually known in this body. (FINALLY) Thank you to everyone who has ever been a f*@/ing douchebag to me, everyone who has overlooked and underestimated me, everyone who found me expendable and unworthy of decency, everyone who honors me, who saw my worth even when I couldn’t, everyone Who Knows WHO I AM. I love you. Thank you for adding kindling and wind to this massive fucking bonfire. I will use it to light the world on fire.
My mom and I were close, speaking every day, never arguing, she was my best friend. I always thought I’d freak when she passed, which she did suddenly on April 8, 1996. I didn’t freak. I didn’t grieve. I felt there was no separation. I still don’t feel she’s missing from my life. I’ve ever been a sentimental person. I’ve never been family oriented. In the 80′s, I co-raised a stepdaughter from ages 10-13. I love my family, but family life is not for me. Mom was the one who kept in touch with everyone. It’s only 17 years later I think I might have liked a copy of her address book. I figure whoever is meant to find me will find me, like cousin Laurie who found me on Facebook. Laurie and I are much alike and she’s fun to connect with. Mom would be laughing with us today. Happy Mother’s Day to the one who inspired me that giving others hope for a brighter future makes it come to pass for all of us so much quicker. I love you, Mommy! Have good day floating on your cloud playing a harp or rocking in your chair on your porch with your cat Lady in your lap, whatever it is you’re doing Up There or Over There. I can’t say you’re missed because I know you’ve never left.
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