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I am about to go on a trip out West. I will be visiting several states, flying over a large body of water, and most importantly, I intend to rest way way down.
The pilgrimage is a journey into my heart. As I have been working basically non-stop for the previous eight months, I deserve a break and now I will enjoy it all the more. I intend to have my feet in the sand, my toes in healing salt water and my mind in the moment.
It is my intention to take at least one day completely off per week. I will perhaps do a tiny bit of Dharma practice (for whatever that is worth with such an afflicted mind) but I will challenge myself to just breathe. Maybe take an hour or two here, an hour there. Fully breathe, feel my kidneys, say soothing things to my left kidney which tends to tuck itself away and hide at the slightest hint of new / scary / tense / computer-related activity… Hey kidney – I know you are holding some terrible knowledge, and it is okay. When you are ready to relax and to allow the Earth to hold you, to embrace you, I will be there with you. 🙂
Starting on Thursday or Friday I will write several times per week to describe how my pilgrimage is going. Smoke ceremonies, honoring the nagas and local spirits, sharing presence; I am looking forward to a new adventure.
Come with me if you’d like.
In the meantime, there are just a few more days of work left. Just a couple of humps to overcome. Actually, I am beginning to realize the beauty of my job – working in a public restaurant in a 4-diamond resort tends to attract some demanding individuals, but what better way than to put a final stake deep in my ego? Not much better – and I am getting paid to practice patience, and kindness, and generosity, and compassion. It is a beautiful thing – sometimes storms pass through the dining room, but on the other side, I am still human, I am still alive, there are miracles all around me. I just need to open my eyes and take note.
And speaking of having eyes closed. I witnessed a precious thing the other day at work. One of my co-workers, in a little break between shifts, sat down in an empty dining room and meditated. And of course I eventually sat with him. A little Zen in samsara. Beautiful.
Wishing you well.