I seldom have the time to devour the books I check out from the library.
There are not enough hours crammed into a day - without being conscious of its passage - the days blur into weeks, those into months - these seeming to evaporate.
There are not enough hours crammed into a day - without being conscious of its passage - the days blur into weeks, those into months - these seeming to evaporate.
Before you know it, Macys is bombarding in rapid succession, obnoxious ads conditioning the audience to the need to shop there this weekend (and every weekend as well).
The time to read a book I needed to read was created for me today.
I don’t know why I didn’t see the rock which blew a tire out - which almost caused an accident. Likewise when I paid no attention to entering the men’s restroom in a restaurant (clued by the urinals).
After I made the call to roadside assistance, and being told I had to wait 45 minutes, I sat on the curb and read from: “The Essence of Zen.” The contents of this book, coupled with the warm caress of the sun on my bare arms and back, did not take long to lure my spirit from the pits of despair. I was transported to a space of soothing calm - much like when a frightened babe is soothed, when gathered by loving arms.
My moment of quite contemplation was interrupted by a white truck which parked behind my car; its driver descended and inquired if I need help with the flat (Duh!). Actually, the spare tire and all its accessories were out in display. I had attempted to do it myself, yet could not budge the wheel lugs. Doing his Samaritan deed for the day, he mentioned something about karma. I just kept quiet, thankful to be on the receiving end this day.
I felt compelled this afternoon to go to Olvera Street. There seemed lots of activity for upcoming day of the dead. Yet I was restless, and I paid no heed to the tourists and activities to make my way to the little chapel, which was almost deserted.
I just sat there for a while. Suddenly - with heartfelt earnest - I prayed (actually asked), to please be cured from this addiction to someone, which caused me so much heartache. I also prayed for protection from my worst enemy and critic (myself). Then I asked that He please send His angels to guide and protect me as well. When finished with all my requests…I felt a formidable wave of emotion rise within me. So intense was this emotion, that it caused bodily tremors, as my face contoured into a grimace from which a flood of tears expelled. These tears bathed my cheeks, my neck, and ran in rivulets to converge in the cleft of my cleavage.
These were not tears of pain and sorrow - no way! These were purging tears! I left that chapel with an immense sense of well-being, and gratitude. Much like that of coming home after a long and arduous journey, to be welcomed with loving arms by my Father.
There were contradicting signs today. The dejected faces of vendors in downtown shops... the glaring headline of The Daily Herald, which read: “HELL ON EARTH.” ...The young man I almost bumped into when I left the gym. He was hunched over, his crippled legs much shorter than the rest of his body, who hobbled like a chimpanzee.... The gigantic banner outside the gym promoting loft space: “IMAGINE A NEW LIFESTYLE…A NEW LIFE”.... The waxing gibbous moon as yellow and delectable, as a chunk of cheddar cheese.
The time to read a book I needed to read was created for me today.
I don’t know why I didn’t see the rock which blew a tire out - which almost caused an accident. Likewise when I paid no attention to entering the men’s restroom in a restaurant (clued by the urinals).
After I made the call to roadside assistance, and being told I had to wait 45 minutes, I sat on the curb and read from: “The Essence of Zen.” The contents of this book, coupled with the warm caress of the sun on my bare arms and back, did not take long to lure my spirit from the pits of despair. I was transported to a space of soothing calm - much like when a frightened babe is soothed, when gathered by loving arms.
My moment of quite contemplation was interrupted by a white truck which parked behind my car; its driver descended and inquired if I need help with the flat (Duh!). Actually, the spare tire and all its accessories were out in display. I had attempted to do it myself, yet could not budge the wheel lugs. Doing his Samaritan deed for the day, he mentioned something about karma. I just kept quiet, thankful to be on the receiving end this day.
I felt compelled this afternoon to go to Olvera Street. There seemed lots of activity for upcoming day of the dead. Yet I was restless, and I paid no heed to the tourists and activities to make my way to the little chapel, which was almost deserted.
I just sat there for a while. Suddenly - with heartfelt earnest - I prayed (actually asked), to please be cured from this addiction to someone, which caused me so much heartache. I also prayed for protection from my worst enemy and critic (myself). Then I asked that He please send His angels to guide and protect me as well. When finished with all my requests…I felt a formidable wave of emotion rise within me. So intense was this emotion, that it caused bodily tremors, as my face contoured into a grimace from which a flood of tears expelled. These tears bathed my cheeks, my neck, and ran in rivulets to converge in the cleft of my cleavage.
These were not tears of pain and sorrow - no way! These were purging tears! I left that chapel with an immense sense of well-being, and gratitude. Much like that of coming home after a long and arduous journey, to be welcomed with loving arms by my Father.
There were contradicting signs today. The dejected faces of vendors in downtown shops... the glaring headline of The Daily Herald, which read: “HELL ON EARTH.” ...The young man I almost bumped into when I left the gym. He was hunched over, his crippled legs much shorter than the rest of his body, who hobbled like a chimpanzee.... The gigantic banner outside the gym promoting loft space: “IMAGINE A NEW LIFESTYLE…A NEW LIFE”.... The waxing gibbous moon as yellow and delectable, as a chunk of cheddar cheese.
All signs insinuate, I have lots to be grateful for.
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Quote of the day:
“When man sits,
then the coarse passions subside and
The luminous mind arises in awareness:
Thus consciousness is illuminated.”
~ Meister Eckhart
