2014.04.25 _ 3

From a corner room with windows on two sides streaming sun, I can feel the stillness and promise of the morning. But also aware that to do so takes focus and balance; a bit of discipline amidst the potential beauty.
It seems a bit odd that appreciation of beauty and even inner stillness might require boundaries, and yet I have always known that somewhere. Perhaps the rebellious inner child kicks at such boundaries as 'hindering my freedom' rather than appreciating them as 'protection'.

Seems like ancient lessons about the structures needed, walls and windows. Trying to remain open among friends may be like a corner room, allowing potential light from various directions...

I’ve done a chat with the other persons following the course of illustration I am doing, and our teacher has proposed a game. One person suggests a character, another one describes it and all of us write a short synopsis of a story with it as protagonist... So today I’ve had fun writing a few lines about the adventures of a clock, a lamp and a mushroom.

There are no poems today but that is fine. Just finding words to place here is enough.
To read your words and to share mine is all I need today

This morning I realized I only have 2 months left in my house before I move and I'm grateful for the time. Grateful for the past year that I have had in that house, to enjoy it and make my own memories there. Create a space that is just me with no other influence.
Now it seems easier to say good bye, to move on and forward. To let go of what was, all the happy times and all the painful times. They are past now and the scars are fading away.
There is much happiness to look forward to and a new adventure awaits.

Maxine I love the image of your corner room. Gentle boundaries softly protect from rough corners.

Sitting 9:18 to 9:38.
Grandma Thelma passed last night.
Daughter sleeping in Tokyo...
Peppers roasted.
Many eggs to work with.

Wish you and family much comfort, Luci.

sending love and good wishes to you and your family, Luci ~ I'm sorry for your loss

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My condolences on your loss, Luci.

Barely made it out of bed in time to sit before my SL session this morning, then got distracted and forgot to post this. It seems an awfully long time ago, somehow. My recollection is that the time passed suspiciously quickly, as if I might have dozed off.

~~~~sending love to Luci~~~~<3

It was a hectic day - with Mr Grump in the morning talking my ears off ( a client ) and then discussing with someone else from the Uni of Pretoria. It is getting cold now .. African winter has come ...so it makes me a tired to get used to the cold in the evenings. I did download Eliza's yoga video suggestion and was listening to it while doing chores singing ommm namooo guru dev namooo - it reminded me of my other kundalini video which I am gonna get also tomorrow and put them in a new folder.

When it comes to meditation and quiet time - today I spent time by the fire - making fire in our fireplace is one of my favourite meditations ... so I will do more quiet times around the fire I think.

Good job Xiri - you are always working on your language skills - so nice to see :)
Great to see Woly, Aga and Zenji today at PP.

Sitting in my corner of the room enjoying the light from all your words. Being far from home and feeling somewhat lonely, it is becoming a warm, familiar place to be.
(((Luci)))
PS I ate caribou meat tonight, temporarily abandoning my vegan promises to self. Occasionally they serve vegetables. edited 23:16, 25 Apr 2014

It was my first bath for months, now it's fixed. And my, how the dirt sloughed off. Showers really don't have the same efficacy. Nor are they any good for reading in, in the way that a good long soak in a tub is.

And so I made progress in my reading, feeling a little more immersion (!) but still aware of the meta-story, that of the writer's skill. And aware of the deliberately satirical description of "The Age of the Feuilleton", allowing me to see this age and its oddities from the point of view of a temporal stranger, a historian peering back at us through the ages.

Cinda: Where there's eggs, there's hope. edited 23:31, 25 Apr 2014

Remembered that in last night's dream I was dong Chi Gong - must be catching :-) And noticed in the dream that I was doing it. Meanwhile a pervasive sadness that has a kind of dewy quality, therefore also fresh. We are deeply, deeply interconnected - recent thinking finds in that the arrow of time (http://www.simonsfoundation.org/quanta/20140416-times-arrow-traced-to-quantum-source/).
And then someone points to Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road":
"All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women
You have done such good to me I would do the same to you..."
(http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178711)

My condolences, Luci. Sending you a big hug!

Sorrow for your loss as well, Luci

is it my imagination or has April 25 slid into April 26? What a pleasant slide!
Thanks for those links Eos.