The photo shows my daylight meditation log and my villa directly above the eye in the log, with two chairs on the deck. The sand is just in front of the log.
Tomorrow morning at 10:00 I must be out of here. Endings are not fun. I don't want to leave. This has been a wonderfilled, uplifting, renewing week. The funk I was in is over. I have had several days spent alone with my thoughts, my books, the sea and the sand, the pelicans, gulls, sanderlings, and dolphins. What a blessing to have this space to just be. It was helpful to have Jim spend an hour in the afternoons lying in reclined cobbler while I corpsed. How fortunate I am to have a brother with whom to share these moments.
I had thought I would blog each morning, but instead my routine has been like this. I get up at 5:30 in the dark, light a candle and a frankincense stick (THANKS, Cat!) set the microwave timer for 30 minutes, sit on the couch with my prayer shawl over my shoulders, my zafu (pillow) in my lap and my beautiful blue ceramic healing bowl (THANKS, Anne) held in my hands atop my pillow. It is pitch black dark. Two mornings I saw a shrimp boat go by coming out of Calibogue Sound going into the Atlantic with Savannah on the right (starboard? port?) with all the lights on - looked like a Christmas tree! (No, I don't always keep my eyes closed the whole time I'm meditating.) By the time the timer went off, I was ready for green tea and just sitting watching the light begin to appear in the sky. Once tea and a bit of journaling was done, I curled up on the couch and slept - such a beautiful sleep! And I dreamed. It was so exciting to be dreaming pleasant ones - not nightmares - as I had been doing at home. I confess, I didn't write in my dream journal - somehow they seemed too sacred to reduce to paper. Nothing terribly visionary or spacey, just pleasant dreams.
If I've lost you at this point, feel perfectly free to tune out. But, you know what, I'm loving this!
Today I shared a delightful lunch with Anne (Jim's wife) at Truffles, my very favorite restaurant here. It was pouring down rain and there were few people about, which perhaps made it even better! I had a lovely chicken soup with almonds. And, purchased a fun T-shirt. Tomorrow I'll return to the Pond. I will carry with me a sense of well-being and peace that I will share with my family and yoga students during the week of Christmas. I will renew my intention to serve by marketing myself as a yoga teacher and reaching out to those who have not yet discovered the joy I have in practicing asanas (postures, poses) and meditation (contemplation) and devoting study time to spiritual texts. That is my plan, my purpose, my mission.
What is your plan, your purpose, your mission?
Sorry, I haven't yet learned how to position the photos - but at least I can get them here!
Happy Weekend!
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