Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 110
January 13, 2012
past lives
Someone asked me about my past lives.
My most recent were as a businessman in Boston and a child killed at Auschwitz. And I don't believe that time is linear. I think time explodes, waves, and cycles around.
How do I know about my past lives, you ask. Not through an online quiz. I got this information through meditation, dreams, and semiconscious questioning. You can do this too. Relax, ask, and believe.
My most recent were as a businessman in Boston and a child killed at Auschwitz. And I don't believe that time is linear. I think time explodes, waves, and cycles around.
How do I know about my past lives, you ask. Not through an online quiz. I got this information through meditation, dreams, and semiconscious questioning. You can do this too. Relax, ask, and believe.
January 12, 2012
Scotland
There's something about Scotland. The accent, the weather, the people.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Snow!
The snow event of 1-11-12 and 1-12-12. First the anticipation. Will we have school? Will it really snow? Will I have to drive in it? Will I lose power?
Woke up in the night a couple of times to check. Not yet. Alarm went off. Still no snow and no school cancellation. Off to work, no prob, all ready for my 5 hour lecture.
It started to snow so the students went home early. I stayed to work. Watched the flakes out my window, watched the snowplows go by. Time to go, oh dear. I don't like to drive in it. I mean, if it's cold and dry then fine. But if it's slushy or icy, if it's slippery, then I'm white-knuckled all the way. It was slippery.
First, I let my car warm up. I brushed the snow off the windshield. While I was at it, I brushed off several windshields. Surprise, coworkers. Though it was so windy and still snowing, they might not notice. I took off. A truck ahead of me slid sideways through a busy intersection. That didn't look good. Maybe doing it on purpose, to show off? Having some fun? I proceeded slowly and cautiously. The truck continued to slide sideways, but I took a right. I kept an even speed, trying not to brake or accelerate abruptly. Made it home.
Someone had snowblowed my driveway. Thank you, neighbor!
All my pent up energy: anticipation, excitement, nervousness, and fear- I channeled into shoveling and scooping. I cleaned off my steps and deck, and by that time there was another layer of snow on the driveway. Vigorously scooped that off too.
Now safe and warm at home I can relax and watch the flakes. There goes the snowplow. Everything is white.
Woke up in the night a couple of times to check. Not yet. Alarm went off. Still no snow and no school cancellation. Off to work, no prob, all ready for my 5 hour lecture.
It started to snow so the students went home early. I stayed to work. Watched the flakes out my window, watched the snowplows go by. Time to go, oh dear. I don't like to drive in it. I mean, if it's cold and dry then fine. But if it's slushy or icy, if it's slippery, then I'm white-knuckled all the way. It was slippery.
First, I let my car warm up. I brushed the snow off the windshield. While I was at it, I brushed off several windshields. Surprise, coworkers. Though it was so windy and still snowing, they might not notice. I took off. A truck ahead of me slid sideways through a busy intersection. That didn't look good. Maybe doing it on purpose, to show off? Having some fun? I proceeded slowly and cautiously. The truck continued to slide sideways, but I took a right. I kept an even speed, trying not to brake or accelerate abruptly. Made it home.
Someone had snowblowed my driveway. Thank you, neighbor!
All my pent up energy: anticipation, excitement, nervousness, and fear- I channeled into shoveling and scooping. I cleaned off my steps and deck, and by that time there was another layer of snow on the driveway. Vigorously scooped that off too.
Now safe and warm at home I can relax and watch the flakes. There goes the snowplow. Everything is white.
January 11, 2012
nook?
Here's something I hadn't considered: the Nook runs on batteries and electricity. Running costs.
Turning pages is free.
Still haven't bought that Nook. Still looking at them.
I like the thought of consolidating my library. Books pile up so. I have piles and piles of books. Just read a few, super good: Delirium Tremens by Mark LaFlamme, The Descendants by Kaui Hart Hemmings, and Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, by Helen Simonson. All paper. All good.
Turning pages is free.
Still haven't bought that Nook. Still looking at them.
I like the thought of consolidating my library. Books pile up so. I have piles and piles of books. Just read a few, super good: Delirium Tremens by Mark LaFlamme, The Descendants by Kaui Hart Hemmings, and Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, by Helen Simonson. All paper. All good.
January 9, 2012
tune in to joy
Call off the grammar police. The ones in my head.
For years I've been writing, "Tune into joy." Today I spontaneously realized that is grammatically incorrect. It should be "Tune in to joy."
Now that we have the grammar settled, please focus on joy. Make a choice. Tune in.
One more thing. This is what my Dad said after he died. He told my sister, "Tune in to joy." He told me, "Heaven is better than Arizona."
For years I've been writing, "Tune into joy." Today I spontaneously realized that is grammatically incorrect. It should be "Tune in to joy."
Now that we have the grammar settled, please focus on joy. Make a choice. Tune in.
One more thing. This is what my Dad said after he died. He told my sister, "Tune in to joy." He told me, "Heaven is better than Arizona."
January 8, 2012
hockey
Bates students tested the pond, wrapped tape around their sticks, and put on black skates.
Snow had been cleared, exposing rectangles of ice. The sun was out but the wind blew cold.[image error]
Snow had been cleared, exposing rectangles of ice. The sun was out but the wind blew cold.[image error]
lean
Hard times? Pema Chodron says to lean into the hard times.
Don't run and hide: drowning your feelings in substances or mindless distractions.
Don't jump in and wallow forever.
Just lean.
Don't run and hide: drowning your feelings in substances or mindless distractions.
Don't jump in and wallow forever.
Just lean.
seize the moment
Cause a day is too much.
Just for now, right now, stop and feel.
Just for now, right now, stop and feel.
