Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 57
October 12, 2013
feeling immensely grateful
for my life tonight. For family, friends, and freedom. For my fulfilling jobs.
My nephew and his girlfriend came to stay. I was so impressed with their sensitivity and intelligence. We laughed a lot. I talked on the phone with my sister for an hour. I'm grateful for my family.
I spent the day in a tent with cancer survivors and people who raise money to support them. There was Reiki, massage, yoga, and sound therapy in the tent. I'm so lucky, even though it was cold and overcast and my toes were wet from dew and I was chilled all over. Even though all that, it was a great day. I should have dressed warmer, but I thought it was going to be sunny and warm. We all did.
Tomorrow, more of the same. More cancer stories, more bravery, more heart. More love.
My nephew and his girlfriend came to stay. I was so impressed with their sensitivity and intelligence. We laughed a lot. I talked on the phone with my sister for an hour. I'm grateful for my family.
I spent the day in a tent with cancer survivors and people who raise money to support them. There was Reiki, massage, yoga, and sound therapy in the tent. I'm so lucky, even though it was cold and overcast and my toes were wet from dew and I was chilled all over. Even though all that, it was a great day. I should have dressed warmer, but I thought it was going to be sunny and warm. We all did.
Tomorrow, more of the same. More cancer stories, more bravery, more heart. More love.
October 8, 2013
dear reader
Oh blog, how I've neglected you.
Well it got cold. It was rainy. And I was just working. No fun original thoughts, no adventures. Nothing new in the garden.
I apologize.
Plenty of thoughts and adventures coming up this weekend. It's the annual fundraiser. I go to meetings monthly, all year. I'll spend the weekend in a big tent, managing massage therapists and Reiki practitioners, meeting athletes and cancer warriors from all over the country. I promise to write.
Well it got cold. It was rainy. And I was just working. No fun original thoughts, no adventures. Nothing new in the garden.
I apologize.
Plenty of thoughts and adventures coming up this weekend. It's the annual fundraiser. I go to meetings monthly, all year. I'll spend the weekend in a big tent, managing massage therapists and Reiki practitioners, meeting athletes and cancer warriors from all over the country. I promise to write.
October 3, 2013
kale, beets,
Sweet Annie, sunflowers. That's what's left in the garden.
The blueberry leaves are turned red, burning bush too.
Everything ends, changes, shifts, turns into something new.
The blueberry leaves are turned red, burning bush too.
Everything ends, changes, shifts, turns into something new.
government is closed
And please re-open.
My students need a government web site for research.
My students need a government web site for research.
October 2, 2013
trees or flowers
Carpenter came by to pick up his ladders and a check.
Looked up at my sunflowers.
"How do you decide when it's a tree or a flower?" he asked.
Looked up at my sunflowers.
"How do you decide when it's a tree or a flower?" he asked.
October 1, 2013
government shutdown
Students have a paper to write. We referred them to an excellent US government website for their research.
The paper is due soon. The site is down.
Yes. It affects us.
Congress. Please pay your bills, get along, talk, reopen. Thank you.
The paper is due soon. The site is down.
Yes. It affects us.
Congress. Please pay your bills, get along, talk, reopen. Thank you.
into the garden
Surprisingly warm and sunny after work, another 10 hour day.
Quickly did essential home things and then headed to the garden. Ahhh. Embraced by flowers, vines, fruits, and still growing vegies. An edge to the air. A sharp dryness, a chill as the sun set.
But I sat in the summerhouse and felt the green. Time to relax, breathe, and reflect.
Quickly did essential home things and then headed to the garden. Ahhh. Embraced by flowers, vines, fruits, and still growing vegies. An edge to the air. A sharp dryness, a chill as the sun set.
But I sat in the summerhouse and felt the green. Time to relax, breathe, and reflect.
September 27, 2013
Obamacare
Try it. You might like it.
flowers for me
Came home from work and cut a big bunch of flowers, an armful of pink hydrangea, another unknown spike of pink flowers, fragrant Sweet Annie, and yellow daisies.
It was a rough week at work. Intense. Lots of human interaction. Mostly pleasant and wonderful, of course, but several encounters with angry and abrasive people. Plus I set mousetraps around the screens where I was drying sunflower seeds and two mice were killed. That was awful. What did I expect? Won't be drying any more seeds: I'll leave that to the professionals.
But I was thinking of a mouse-proof seed dryer. I suppose they exist. A wooden cabinet with racks of screens for drying seeds. Or metal trays with small ventilation holes.
Anyway. Like I said, a rough week. Now comforted by bountiful beauty and fragrance from the garden.
It was a rough week at work. Intense. Lots of human interaction. Mostly pleasant and wonderful, of course, but several encounters with angry and abrasive people. Plus I set mousetraps around the screens where I was drying sunflower seeds and two mice were killed. That was awful. What did I expect? Won't be drying any more seeds: I'll leave that to the professionals.
But I was thinking of a mouse-proof seed dryer. I suppose they exist. A wooden cabinet with racks of screens for drying seeds. Or metal trays with small ventilation holes.
Anyway. Like I said, a rough week. Now comforted by bountiful beauty and fragrance from the garden.
September 25, 2013
just plain Reiki
On sharing Reiki with others: I guess I'm kind of a plain Reiki practitioner. Like Pamela Miles said: "Hands on: Reiki. Hands off: no Reiki."
The more I do Reiki, the simpler it is.
I don't pant, shake, seize, gesture in the air, dance, rattle, sweep with feathers, talk about chakras, describe my visions, give a psychic reading, grimace, or moan: though I respect and accept those who do.
I'm quiet. I keep my eyes open so I can check on my client (Pamela Miles again: "Keep your eyes open: this isn't your own private meditation session."), and afterwards I listen to my client's interpretation of the session. I support my client as he or she finds meaning in the session.
Quiet, gentle, plain. Just plain Reiki is enough for me.
The more I do Reiki, the simpler it is.
I don't pant, shake, seize, gesture in the air, dance, rattle, sweep with feathers, talk about chakras, describe my visions, give a psychic reading, grimace, or moan: though I respect and accept those who do.
I'm quiet. I keep my eyes open so I can check on my client (Pamela Miles again: "Keep your eyes open: this isn't your own private meditation session."), and afterwards I listen to my client's interpretation of the session. I support my client as he or she finds meaning in the session.
Quiet, gentle, plain. Just plain Reiki is enough for me.
