10.24.15 Being right here

   October streams along, and I come to, each evening, as I go about setting things right; settling the home down, closing up and quieting down and turning off and all the all the things just about every species does, when sleep approaches.

    I quietly walk around with my booties on, that an old client crocheted for me, soft and cushioned, as I pull shades and give cats supplements in coveted wet food. As I bring the pup out for one last pee, and we look up at the stars, at any visible moon, and the cold night air breezes by.

     As I  inhale deeply, faintly aware of all of us here on this spinning earth, as we each take our leave once a day, and have our rest. I breathe the air and close my eyes and listen to the night sounds, as the pup stands by my side, in trust, trusting that I must stand there, stock still, breathing, relishing, glad glad to be here, for some reason.

     There are so many difficult things we experience. So  often, with illness or infection, with the ravages to the brain from mold and mildew or horrendous moments, we are not always filled with eager acceptance at being here.

     But then, we play through. We play through and we sustain ourselves, and then sometimes, the terrain changes, the land transforms, and possibly it becomes more manageable to truly be grateful that we are right right here.

10.24.15 In this age of addictive soul sucking tech ,

 

 we need to remember how we are nourished when we encounter a play , a dance, music , a bouquet, a reading, a sculpture, a poem, a painting. We've gotten all screwed up misunderstanding pretense , posturing , and addictive recompense, vs the soothing soul building capacity of culture .

10.23.15 With love, intent is enough.

 

     Once we sent one of our kids to a boarding school.

     I know, we couldn't really afford it. I tried working extra to make the 1,000 a month. That was my plan.

     But this kid had always had such a tough time in school no matter what . They were 16. I wanted to see if we could give them one good year of academics. 
     Turned out the expensive fancy school was 'drugs and sex 101'.

     After all that care that went into raising this kid, with two younger ones at home. We still had to go there every weekend to help them organize their week , and tutor them, because the school wouldn't . But they did have one great year.
     What I do remember is the weekly visits to help with academics, then wandering around Williamstown with them.
     They brought me to a store one day , showed me this sweater . So beautiful. Said if we had money , it's what they would have given me for a winter holiday gift.
     I stood there with my big kid , smoothing my fingers along the grey/ ochre cashmere. Knowing that really, with love, intent is enough.

10.24.15 Best of best

When we get to 'Tis The Season' , the gifts-drum roll please: Let's see. 

For you... oh. A really good joke! 

And you? Ah, a smile. 

For you ... A bunch of laughter together . 

For you ? A quiet walk of your choosing. 

And for you ? A cup of hot tea beside a winter window. 

There we go.Gift shopping all done .

 

10.24.15 Award ceremonies and spare parts

     In my Acupressure practice, Essential Healthcare, I used to give out awards, most often closer to the end of the week. As I worked on a client , I might announce that they won the 'Most Exacerbation From Unexpected Event Award', or 'Most Inflammation Award'.

     There sometimes was the 'Most Pain And Still Going' award for someone who was a hard working good sport at caring well for themselves but having a big load of lousy riled up pain we were settling .

     There was 'Most Depleted' category, thank you very much, the 'Best Escape' category , related to surprises and falls , and of course the 'Best Close Call', where someone finally learned to take the ongoing supplements , learned the Don't Get Sick Protocol , internal supplements and external applications and began evading every single virus that came at them!
     Course, the more serious situations didn't get awards, because they just weren't funny , being too close for comfort and all.

     But for a long while, I had a sign on one of my doors- Parts Department, with a list-
Legs -$20.
Arms- $20.
New fresh unused brain- $33.

Ankles- on sale, this week only , two for $5.
     Clients loved that- of course the Parts Department always seemed to be closed. Still, it made them all laugh.