Chain saws and jack hammers ...

It had been a full week ... the global condition that WE ARE IN. Remaining close to Spirit, staying the course even when I get frustrated. Clearly disappointed by some people that I have cared for. Trying to find equanimity with myself … will I find it? Flirtation … is cleansing and sweet like the smoke of Palo Santo.

I woke up early to a calm and foggy day. I started my morning preparing to sit in meditation. Who can afford gas these days and I am "a lucky one" as my daily commute is under 6 miles both ways. Start riding my bike. Happiness is maintainable. "The only things worth living for are innocence and magic ... AMEN". How can this current administration be so pompous? Will there be improvement in the next administration. GOD I HOPE McCain fails. My Son is growing and going. Karma … comes and goes but it usually hangs around until you deal with it.

I fed the dog and the cat and headed outside to access what kind of watering I needed to do in the garden. Lodge is coming up on Wednesday ... the full Moon. There are some weird folks out there. I have no room for negativity. Oh please. Past friends and lovers. Q’ero. Restlessness is to enthusiasm what espresso is to coffee.

The fog was thick enough I could not see the house across the street, making my meditation area in front of two large windows very surreal. I started expanding my breaths, lit my candle and started some Palo Santo burning. Stop making excuses Mom. Stop thinking a 79 year old woman will change Laurel. The Rites. Undoubtedly you must continue to do what you believe in. Vishudda … speak your truth (and then face those spoken words). What else would you speak? Why do people lie?

This meditation was about turning this week over, ending my chatter about it and releasing its energy to the sky. Just about ready … my breathing was already soft and full. I opened circle and called in the power and magic that I believe in. I centered myself on my meditation pillow and started my prayer …. oh that sweet prayer that always centers me.

ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzz!!!! My next door neighbor was not trying to meditating. My next door neighbor was trying to remove ivy with a chain saw, starting the very moment that my prayer centered me. ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzz !!!! I tried to remind myself that silence and peace were inside of me not outside of me. ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzz!!!! I tried to focus my breathing on the still points in between each breath and I thought this was not going to work.

ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz ZZZZZ zzzz !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzz finally stopped and I took some breaths. The chain saw was replaced with a jack hammer at this point. I decided to accept the humor as this is part of life. I closed my prayer circle and got up. Sometimes you aim at the good (a meditation) and you don't get it (a chainsaw).