The bread maker is actually moving around the benchtop while it spins inside. The orange flash of the council truck casts shadows on the built in bookshelves in the front room. Two workers sit in the cab, in the middle of the road – what are they waiting for? The little cat, sleeping peacefully next to me on the thick animal blanket (don’t ask) lifts her head as the machine in the kitchen signals a milestone in the process. And the big cat doesn’t budge – snores loudly on the pile of clean washing (sleep apnoea?).
None of us are warm.
I didn’t get dressed today. I’m still processing, and recovering from the days with His Holiness, and the months of lead up to it. What of those who’ve gone on to other cities with him? Pure adrenalin is keeping them going. The flatness at the end of his visit must be immense for those involved with the whole trip. My mood has lifted if I am still physically worn.
I’ve spent much longer in practice these few days and can move on with renewed mental strength. Back to work tomorrow, other upcoming priorities, no looking back.
May he return to us in two years and may I still be in a position to spend time with him. Om mani padme hum.
I wish I had better photos. I wish I hadn’t missed MOST of day two due to exhaustion and anxiety. I wish I hadn’t been so all over the shop – spent some quality time with friends and family that came along; helped more constructively on the stall; relaxed into it all; shopped well.
But it was what it was. Everything happens for a reason and we are exactly where we are meant to be.
The lesson from this is to deepen my practice. Study more. The Dalai Lama said to keep investigating, educate yourself. Studying the texts is far more important than ritual. Put away the bells and trumpets. The yellow hats
Follow the great masters of the Nalanda lineage.
And, with his cheeky chuckle, he is gone…
I’d also like to write about my boss one day. It’s classic Sidney Poitier stuff – how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfumes? How do I write about him without sounding like a teenager with a crush…
In the office, we all think he’s a bodhisattva. He floats, he has an aura around him. He has all the answers and is so so calm. Everyone wears a goony grin around him.
WordPress asks ‘Photographers, artists, poets: show us FAITH’ – easy
(click here for more) Daily Prompt: In Good Faith
My first attempt at this challenge, at the prompting of yepirate…
Prompts have me thinking of summers past. Not sure if it’s bright days and heat I’m craving, or a longing for old loves, physical anticipation…will summer come again to this old heart, this bedroom?
sun rises daily
intense heat not guaranteed
smiles follow sunshine