I was stuck. I knew what to write about. I had taken notes as thoughts swirled in my head at the piano recital with Serge Mazerand. Yet I was stalled.
Inspired by the book by Serge that I had bought the previous Wednesday night at the Unity service, I had the thought to use plumbing metaphors as my dad had been a plumber. This thought made me giggle as I googled plumbing terms.
My dad has been fore front in my mind lately, as I am going through the same life medical challenge as he did. So it didn't surprise me when I had the thought to honour him by using plumbing metaphors.
- This morning I chose to read the few pages leading up to page 49, my birth year and there on the pages were my answers in black and white, giving me what I needed, courage. I am writing
- I have been going to sleep with the same soothing meditation music for months. Last night I let my hands randomly chose another CD from the rack. It turned out to be a Sylvia Browne one that began with a few bars of piano music. Synchronistically bathed in the soothing waters of this evenings music again.
- Morning habits changed... Made different choices to start off my day
- Disappointment in others and myself seems to be the running theme in my life. Little mistakes I make, torture me. Yet mistakes I see others make endear me.
- Like mistakes I made on the way to the concert, and immediately afterwards before even heading home, and yes even on the way home.
- And letting go of the past is another theme.
- We plug ourselves up and resent what we are doing.
- This week has been the perfect medicine for me at just the right time
- Make do mentality
- Seeing flocks? of crows, usually only see 1 or 2. I take it as a sign from my dad.
- Whole subject of HABITS. Why do we hang on so tightly?
SUNDAY -
- synchronicity met new lady at top of stairs, showed her where meditation was and stayed. Ralph and I had a wonderful conversation with her. Ralph ran into Beverley, who gave him what he thought was a tickit toher sho, Sink or Swim in North Vanc. He told her we are going to Gateway in Richmond. She said to give the ticket to someone else... So we gave it to the new lady at the meet and greet time . Then Ralph wondered if it was a ticket or advertisement. Talked to new lady after service - she thanked me so much, she really enjoyed everything. I told her it might not be a ticket after all.
- When we were leaving, I decided to use the washroom. As I came out, there was Pilly and Serge. I got to thank them and say goodbye. As we were standing there some Mexican ladies walked past and Serge ask if one was a shaman. Yes was the answer.
- No birthday cake > they forgot to buy one. So we can leave to go to Memorial in Langley. Renters coming in for 2 p.m. So we were asked to vacate fellowship hall promptly.
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