This is more like a blog, I think, even though I've never kept a blog. Writing is becoming more natural to me now. Before, I was scared of the blank page. Now, it calls out to me. I thought yesterday, thoughts and sentences are replacing weaving. I was almost a weaving factory. Now, I'm some kind of word factory, still very much in the beginning stages, very much like weaving – self-taught. The first thing I did was warp the loom wrong, but I kept going, just like with this writing process. The use of words is really a coming out for me. I've always been a very quiet, non-talkative person. I've actually developed quite a good sense of telepathy due to this. I guess this re-invention is also what you call mid-life.
Yesterday I ventured out with Chris. I have a very hard time making myself leave the premises. I say premises rather than house, because on some days I spend a decent portion of time out in the woods. In nicer weather you can also find me on the porch swing listening to my Ipod or on the deck, probably having tea or reading Yoganada. I do appreciate my life. All this liberty came when Chris came along. Chris quit his job so we could live out in the county. We just trusted the process, and he was blessed with a new job much better than the old one. I more or less needed a farm boy, and he wanted that job as well; although it is more like his hobby or relaxation from his regular work. Our lives seemed to greatly improve together. We are striving for that spiritual, back to the land existence.
I tend to find excuses not to go out. Chris often asks if I want him to stop for something on the way home? I have really become spoiled in a lot of ways. I'd rather be with him than go out by myself. When I do go out by myself, most of the time I'm all business. Once my daughter's girlfriend was here. I had to run some errands in town. I needed to go to five places. I asked her to go with me; but she insisted she had to leave in thirty minutes in order to be back to work on time. I assured her I could get everything done in thirty minutes. There was fourteen minutes driving time to and from, and the other sixteen minutes for the errands. She was turned into a believer. Keep in mind I live in a very small town with no traffic or parking problems. And, I'm not much of a talker.
Yesterday we trekked to Lexington, KY. There is a Wild Oats there, which is changing to a Whole Foods. Basically, I wanted organic lemons. I was sent something about a lemonade detox and have been psyching myself up to try it. If, once on it, I don't gag, or put my tail between my legs in utter failure, this will definitely keep me home bound for almost two weeks. So, I told Chris the Lexington outing was my early Valentine's Day present. Unlike me though, he really doesn't need an excuse to go anywhere.
On this outing various synchronistic events began to unfold. I had a plan of the places I wanted to go. It all unfolded very smoothly somewhat like taking care of errands in our small town. Our first trip was to a health food store. They had the book I wanted. Then we had a very good late lunch, becoming rather full. Without even asking, the waiter proceeded to give me the ingredients of the olive oil mixture he placed before us. We had eaten here on another occasion, and I asked the waiter at the time for the recipe to which she replied it was their special secret. At the end of the meal, I repeated the herbs he had told me, and he very kindly said, I'll be glad to write it all down.
The next stop was the mall. My main concern was a Godiva Boutique. I had a coupon. I hadn't even looked at it, but luckily I was just ahead of the expiration date. I got my free box to which I handed over to Chris. Then he got me the dark chocolate truffles I wanted. I do plan on sharing this time.
Over the past couple of weeks I have had some sciatica flair up. Synchronistically, all of these back aides have been calling out to me. As we walked through the mall, there was an acupressure station. I had previously been thinking about cranial sacral work. The very low rate for the acupressure treatment, which I had never had done, was calling out to me. I tried to relax my all business mode and assumed the position for the treatment. Within minutes relaxation had become totally out of my control. I did try to keep any moaning to a minimum. But then maybe that was a mistake, as they might have kept me there all day to lure in more customers. After that Chris led me in to Brookstone, where while I was being massaged, he had been laying outstretched on a posturepedic mattress. That was quite out of our budget though.
After the massage I was more loosened up and took a detour from my agenda, strolling into Williams Sonoma. I thought a lemon juicer might make life easier in the week ahead. At the very front of the store, there was a display of fake limes and lemon juicers. I gave the clerk my credit card. She asked to see my license. I was kind of being carded for a lemon juicer. She commented I had the best license picture she had ever seen. I told her the one before was a lot better, but they wouldn't let me just transfer that one over to the new license. She said let me see that again. She didn't believe the age. I seriously did not have a problem with that. She wanted to know who my doctor was. I have no doctor. Then she wanted to know about facial creams. I have no cream. I really regretted after leaving that I didn't think to just say meditation and yoga. I think I will actually call the store back and tell her that. She obviously works on Saturdays. Also, I have an incredibly good husband who makes life so easy.
After leaving the mall, we proceed to Jo Beth, which was also in the same complex as Wild Oats. Jo Beth is a bookstore with an excellent café. I actually had my first one woman weaving show there not too long after they had opened. We treated ourselves to dessert. They have the best tiramisu I've ever had. Chris had a dark chocolate cake. My stomach must be shrinking. We both should have definitely just shared a dessert. Then I bought two books, Eckhart Tolle's new book, A New Earth, and Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth. I need that kind of "you can't put down read" for the detox that lay ahead. I had looked into getting them through Amazon; but then synchronistically found them at the same price at Jo Beth. Also, I've been reading Invisible Hand by Larry M. on Gather. It's also "a can't put down read." I just wish it were in book form, as I'm not good about reading the computer screen for great lengths of time.
In the same row of shops there was also another posturepedic mattress store that called out. They had inversion tables. Just the other day as I was lamenting over the sciatica flair up, an inversion table commercial came on. While Chris was now positioned in the easy chair, I asked the store personnel if I could try one. After he asked the mandatory questions, one being did I have high blood pressure, to which I said I don't know, I never go to the doctor, but I do practice yoga, he let me proceed. He said I was doing really well. I didn't know what that meant. He said most people's faces turn blood red, but mine was quite normal.
Lastly we went to Wild Oats or Whole Foods. They are in transition. The first stop was for the lemons. I only saw conventional lemons. I was told by the clerk that was all they had. Now, what to do? I got organic limes, as I knew you could substitute them. The angels were looking out for me. At the back of the store was a whole display dedicated to this particular lemonade fast I was embarking upon. All the ingredients, including the book, were neatly laid out. Was this a sign or what? On the last isle a store employee (she was obviously the manager) asked me if I needed any help. We began a conversation. She gave us three reusable large bags and a calendar and plenty of information on store events including lots of freebies.
Upon awaking this morning I immediately thought of a meditation vision I had had: <a href="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977160499">Life Can Be Lemonade</a> I wondered if all this was correlated somehow.
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Comments: 18
Lyla, I followed the instructions on the link twice and just gave up. I did it once before and it worked - why this time it didn't I don't know.
Teresa, I would be thrilled if you would do this cleanse with me. You can get a book by Stanley Burroughs. Also, if you just google lemonade cleanse, there is much on the web about it.
David, I'm getting to be more of a talker. I think it comes from mid-life hormones or something. Thanks so much for the writing compliment.
Lynn, I know mine is sciatica. It happened at the gym one day a few years ago, and flairs up now and again. I need to start some back exercises. You might want to try one of those Swifter Wetjets, beats getting down on your hands and knees.
Chris hasn't read this yet, but he said it was tempurpedic not posturepedic. Also, I should have wrote another sentence in about how I could be quite content hanging like a bat all day, regarding the inversion table.
If you aren't much of a talker, you can speak through the written word. You don't seem to have any trouble with writing. and Gather is the perfect place for it.