2011.11.23 _ 83

Meditation first thing in the morning. Prostrations.

Found it hard to get into the prostrations. Lots of chatter. Then I remembered to be grateful for the chatter as well.

I might choose something completely different to do in the next 99 days. I was thinking of expanding the meditation a bit, but maybe it will be better to try and write a bit more. I'll see.

/me envying Eliza, Stevenaia and Aphrodite for all their cat company . . . alas, my peripatetic life style leaves no room for cats; they would spend most of their lives in quarantine at various airports.
After two days I managed to find time for a morning sit; having breakfast at the airport instead, about to be off to Japan again.

Sitting before bed at the (late) end of a hectic day. Felt wobbly, light-headed, as I started breathing regularly. At least the monkeys were quiet.

Pema: bon voyage, I envy you this beautiful season in Kyoto.

::: The first snow angel
::: A two year old in the park
::: Lost in wonderment

Snow angel in park
Grateful for chatter and cats
Monkey sits, for now

snow angel on snow angel
heavenly chorus of now
pierces through fanciful thinking
tremendous warmth and kindness

company of friends

partings and arrivals
greet the start
of his 13th year

At the end of the
night I stop, sleepy
yet in wonder
listening...

as my heart
seems to be
sweeping
out, corners

I sat quietly this morning before getting up to feed the cats.
Propped up by pillows, still warm from sleep.
Remembering the proper way to sit shown to me by a friend:
Head up, chin down, chest open, breathing softly. edited 06:29, 24 Nov 2011

following the recipe today
washing of dishes
listening to my mind try to stay on track
and the high whine in my ears