Monday night, after the gym and while boiling eggs for the week, I took Doby out to work on digging his tunnel to China... which he does nightly... as if he's in Shawshank Redemption and is planning his prison escape. Poor tortoise.
Anyhow, when I took him out to work on his digging skills, these two were playing frisbee.
I love watching them.
They're pretty good at the whole throw and catch part of frisbee.
I tend to run away from the flying saucer as not to get hit in the nose with it. Safety first!
For about two weeks each year, this is my view from the bedroom window.
The rest of the however many weeks there are in the year, I just keep my blinds closed because the view can tend to be depressing.
However, these two weeks of the year, I have the window wide open and the blinds wide open and as I lay in bed at night, meditating, I look at these small wonders in the world and offer up gratitude.
I have changed up my meditation practice a bit over the last few days.
I am practicing being silent and LISTENING.
I have always been that girl who hurries through my morning and nighttime prayers and then hurries off to bed or to my car with the radio full blast to work.
It's weird, isn't it, how I never feel that I receive personal revelations?!
So, I have really focused on being silent and listening.
After my nighttime prayers, I stay on the floor, close my eyes and focus on my breath for five minutes. Five minutes seems like way too short of a time, but I'm just getting started, People. Baby steps!
As I was doing this on Sunday, it came to my mind (weird how silence brought answers to my prayers) that I should drive to and from work with the radio turned off. No sound. Just me and my thoughts and breathing.
I can't report that I have had visions or heard voices, YET... but I can report that I am being faithful in this practice and that I know I will be blessed for doing it.
From my current book:
In our real lives, we are constantly hopping around to adjust ourselves around discomfort - physical, emotional and psychological - in order to evade the reality of grief and nuisance. Grief and nuisance are inevitable in this life, but if you can plant yourself in stillness long enough, you will, in time, experience the truth that everything (both uncomfortable and lovely) does eventually pass... instead of slapping and griping, what if I sat through the discomfort, just for one hour of my long life?
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