Thin night's sleep, with a cat unable to get comfortable on my legs, so there is much shifting of joints and chin, prodding of paws, shoving with spine. Cat's, not mine. Later, he just settled down near D's feet, where the bed was warmer. (Presumably.)
ND is really tempting me to get on roller skates, since he's learning himself in order to be a more rounded ref for Roller Derby. I'm glad he's enjoying it so much. And the memory of gliding along appeals so strongly. But my back bleats a warning, a fall will be a stunning defeat (puns intended) of injurious proportions. Still, I was once a solid, if in no way flashy, skater. I loved the self propelled speed, much more with skates than on bicycles. Ice or roller, didn't matter, all felt like an effortless dance.
I keep coming up against walls. No sense getting frustrated, just have to find another path. Keep testing for hidden latches to the hidden passageway. Something I can do, some joyous creative expression. Writing here is one, certainly. But I feel I just repeat myself so often. Need something wordless, musical, physical.
All things strive.
3 comments:
I am coming up against the walls too. And remind myself of what you once told me about zen mind/beginner mind.
You notice things and pay attention. I know you do because otherwise the things you set down would not catch my attention as they do. So you are giving creative expression, it seems, even if it does not feel like that to you.
Sometimes, though, one needs to feel the spirit working in oneself, not just through (me just thinking aloud here).
The WV is wingdog
RtheS,
You do me the honor of seeing me clearly, thank you.
My father just got some ice skates and has started going to the outdoor rink on a semi-regular basis. He is really enjoying it.
I, on the other hand, get to skate only a few times every winter. I enjoy it but have trouble squeezing it in amongst all of the other time consumers I have.
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