Saturday, March 28, 2020
One friend has a terminal illness and is jumping through the medical hoops so he can take "the pill" if he so desires--probably within the next 2 months. One pot of tulips to my masseuse. Oh, i could really use a massage about now. I stopped by to visit an extrovert couple who love company. We sat outdoors on their deck, about 10 feet apart. And the last one to a neighbor.
I've never been good at "dropping by" anyone's home, but yesterday i had the time to go out of my way and meander home. It didn't really take that long to stop and deliver some flowery cheer and exchange a few words--from a distance. I rather like this slowed-down pace.
The tulips have to serve as my virtual hug and kiss on the cheek.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
This is one of the problems with concepts and categories. We think "spring" means spring and "winter" means winter. Meanwhile, each day is full of changes. Sun, snow, rain, ice, and a new word my sister discovered "graupel," which means a soft, snowy hail.
Change. Every day the weather changes. Maybe we need 31 different words for each day in March to describe various combinations of conditions? Even then, dissatisfaction would creep in because spring or winter or the in-between doesn't look like it's "supposed to."
Keep your eye on the change. It's a deep teaching.
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
The bulbs, which have been hiding out in the gloom of the garage for 4 months, are out in the open air. I think that's a good sign for me, who has been quarantined at home for less than 2 weeks.
Today i was out in a neighbor's woods, cutting down saplings with a friend. We stayed at least 6 feet apart from each other's saws. We are clearing the understory to allow more light and air.
That's what we all need: more light and more air.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
The world slows down to a whisper. Am i bored? Not much. Do i feel the impulse to move? Not really.
When the mind is dissatisfied, the body wants to move to escape that dissatisfaction. Or the mind throws up an entire stockade of thoughts--another escape.
Can i be satisfied with this wonderful world of white?
Monday, March 23, 2020
Cheer yourself up. Let yourself smile. Pretend like you are 6 years old and have a good time.
Then quietly check in with your mood. How do you feel? Pleasant? Or unpleasant?
My Dharma friend, Diana's garden definitely makes me smile.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
My sweetie and i are also waiting to see if the virus "blooms" in us. We flew home a week ago. Yes? Or no? The answer is "Don't know."
Consider how many thousands of things we don't know.
What am i eating for lunch? Don't know.
When will i take a nap? Don't know.
Where will i take a walk today? Don't know.
Those little don't-knows don't bother my mind. But then the mind latches on to one don't-know and keeps touching it like worry beads.
I open to not knowing.
Can you say that and feel it?
I am not willing to open to not knowing, because....
List whatever comes to mind. No judgment. Just listen to your list.
Infinite Not Knowing.
How does that feel?
Even the tulips do not know when they will bloom.
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Hellebore niger, also called Christmas rose, is blooming now. I much prefer niger to the usual Hellebore orientalis, which blooms later. The "Christmas rose" can be found at my food co-op in December, but in the spring i can't find it anywhere.
The niger blossoms face out as opposed to the facing-down flowers of orientalis. Perhaps orientalis is shy? Perhaps it doesn't want to look me straight in the eye?
When we gaze into someone's eyes for several seconds, we receive a burst of oxytocin--the bonding hormone. As a result, we feel warm and friendly and maybe even love for the other.
Try gazing at a dear one for a few seconds longer than usual. Or be really daring and gaze at someone you don't know very well. How does that feel?
When Hellebore niger blooms so early in the sprint, it's a sight for sore eyes.