Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 68
May 26, 2013
garden
I putter. Pull weeds and dump them on the compost pile, admire colors, celebrate sprouts, and watch birds. I cheer for bees, knock down wasps' nests, become entranced by ant colonies, and am amazed by cardinals.
We had a good start, but currently dealing with cold and rain. Temps in 40s and 50s, wind, drizzle, and pounding rain for a week. So... didn't have to water the garden, but some sun and heat would be good.
It's still wool sweater and sock weather. I've turned on the heat every day, just a bit, just enough to take down the chill and damp. We get used to it. I garden in the chill drizzle. Today I bought 4 blueberry bushes, 100 pound of small stone, and 3 bales of hay: I made a blueberry garden. Gave the plants some Reiki.
We had a good start, but currently dealing with cold and rain. Temps in 40s and 50s, wind, drizzle, and pounding rain for a week. So... didn't have to water the garden, but some sun and heat would be good.
It's still wool sweater and sock weather. I've turned on the heat every day, just a bit, just enough to take down the chill and damp. We get used to it. I garden in the chill drizzle. Today I bought 4 blueberry bushes, 100 pound of small stone, and 3 bales of hay: I made a blueberry garden. Gave the plants some Reiki.
Taylor
Yes, this book helps me understand Reiki. Flipping to right brain: this is why I experience bliss, why I can't feel my hands or my body, why I lose track of time, and why I can't speak.
My Stroke of Insight, by Jill Bolte Taylor, PhD.
Reading such a good book: My Stroke of Insight, by Jill Bolte Taylor, PhD. Her stroke leads her to perceive life from her peace & love right brain, rather than her analytical & judgmental left brain.
"My right mind character is adventurous, celebrative of abundance, and socially adept. It is sensitive to nonverbal communication, empathic, and accurately decodes emotion. My right brain is open to the eternal flow whereby I exist at one with the universe." Jill Bolte Taylor.
"My right mind... is the seat of my divine mind, the knower, the wise woman, and the observer. It is my intuition and higher consciousness. My right mind is ever present and gets lost in time."
Reading this book (My Stroke of Insight), I realize that when I share Reiki I flip from my linear organized logical left brain to my cosmic oneness loving right brain. Cool!
"My right mind character is adventurous, celebrative of abundance, and socially adept. It is sensitive to nonverbal communication, empathic, and accurately decodes emotion. My right brain is open to the eternal flow whereby I exist at one with the universe." Jill Bolte Taylor.
"My right mind... is the seat of my divine mind, the knower, the wise woman, and the observer. It is my intuition and higher consciousness. My right mind is ever present and gets lost in time."
Reading this book (My Stroke of Insight), I realize that when I share Reiki I flip from my linear organized logical left brain to my cosmic oneness loving right brain. Cool!
May 22, 2013
Wednesday
Spoke about Reiki this evening: history, ethics, principles, and practice. Many interesting students.
No one asked to be attuned, so there were no attunements.
I invited them all to try a Reiki session, and to come back for more instruction. It seems they might; that's good.
It was another 12 hour work day. I came home, changed into garden shoes, and wandered in the beautiful silence. Echoes of quiet. Slowly I became aware of birdsong, green, and damp. I could see my breath. The ground squished in low places. The beans are up.
I sat in the summerhouse and had a nice conversation with myself.
Now laundry, dishes, emails, a little work, and to bed. Up early again, for another day of teaching; then a party. Oh, what to wear. Do I have any small talk.
Plenty of conversation in the garden; plenty of Reiki talk.
No one asked to be attuned, so there were no attunements.
I invited them all to try a Reiki session, and to come back for more instruction. It seems they might; that's good.
It was another 12 hour work day. I came home, changed into garden shoes, and wandered in the beautiful silence. Echoes of quiet. Slowly I became aware of birdsong, green, and damp. I could see my breath. The ground squished in low places. The beans are up.
I sat in the summerhouse and had a nice conversation with myself.
Now laundry, dishes, emails, a little work, and to bed. Up early again, for another day of teaching; then a party. Oh, what to wear. Do I have any small talk.
Plenty of conversation in the garden; plenty of Reiki talk.
May 21, 2013
garden
Would rather be in the garden.
Came home from a long day at work. It was cool and drizzy outside. I took off my work shoes. Took off my socks, and rolled up my work slacks. I went out into the green wet. The beans are sprouting. Peas are several inches tall. Spinach is up, and maybe carrots.
I planted zucchini and cukes in an iffy garden spot. It's the pallet garden I made last year. The dirt is too shallow, and dries out or floods. But I covered the dirt with 6 inches of bark mulch. Planted in the bark mulch. $3 of seeds, we'll see what happens.
Slugs are the other problem, of course. They love blossoms. Zucchini, pumpkin, cucumber, and summer squash blossoms. The critters wrap themselves around the base of the blossom and suck it dry. Last several years I've had champion vines, huge yellow blossoms, no vegies. This year I'm trying eggshells around the plants. We'll see...
Came home from a long day at work. It was cool and drizzy outside. I took off my work shoes. Took off my socks, and rolled up my work slacks. I went out into the green wet. The beans are sprouting. Peas are several inches tall. Spinach is up, and maybe carrots.
I planted zucchini and cukes in an iffy garden spot. It's the pallet garden I made last year. The dirt is too shallow, and dries out or floods. But I covered the dirt with 6 inches of bark mulch. Planted in the bark mulch. $3 of seeds, we'll see what happens.
Slugs are the other problem, of course. They love blossoms. Zucchini, pumpkin, cucumber, and summer squash blossoms. The critters wrap themselves around the base of the blossom and suck it dry. Last several years I've had champion vines, huge yellow blossoms, no vegies. This year I'm trying eggshells around the plants. We'll see...
May 20, 2013
spring cleaning
It's a good time to process old stuff: moldy memories from the basement and cobwebby remnants in the attic. You know, that stuff that weighs you down. Holds you back. Makes you feel resentful or guilty.
Bring them out to the light of day. Look, listen, and feel. Then let go.
Feels good: it's spring!
Bring them out to the light of day. Look, listen, and feel. Then let go.
Feels good: it's spring!
May 16, 2013
healing community
Thank you, Reiki practitioners, my healing community.
Lovely Reiki share tonight. After a busy day at work I melted into a puddle of gratitude and joy.
Lovely Reiki share tonight. After a busy day at work I melted into a puddle of gratitude and joy.
May 14, 2013
recycling
Trying to recycle, like a good citizen of Earth.
Bought this house a few years ago. Noticed blue plastic recycling tubs on neighbors' curbs weekly. I don't have a blue plastic recycling tub. So I bought a plastic recycling tub: filled it, placed it on curb weekly.
The garbage guys empty and toss recycling tubs. After a few weeks of this my recycling tub was chipped. Then cracked. Then gone. The garbage guys tossed it.
OK. I started bringing home cardboard boxes from work. I filled the cardboard boxes with cardboard, paper, and clean glass jars. I recycled. yay, me.
This morning I placed my full cardboard box at the curb. All the neighbors had the blue plastic tubs, of course. Came home from work. All blue plastic tubs are empty, my cardboard box is full and still at my curb. What's up, garbage guys?
Bought this house a few years ago. Noticed blue plastic recycling tubs on neighbors' curbs weekly. I don't have a blue plastic recycling tub. So I bought a plastic recycling tub: filled it, placed it on curb weekly.
The garbage guys empty and toss recycling tubs. After a few weeks of this my recycling tub was chipped. Then cracked. Then gone. The garbage guys tossed it.
OK. I started bringing home cardboard boxes from work. I filled the cardboard boxes with cardboard, paper, and clean glass jars. I recycled. yay, me.
This morning I placed my full cardboard box at the curb. All the neighbors had the blue plastic tubs, of course. Came home from work. All blue plastic tubs are empty, my cardboard box is full and still at my curb. What's up, garbage guys?
flash mob of color
in the backyard. Lavender lilacs- cold but fragrant. Creeping phlox is pink. The crab-apple tree is loaded with hot pink blossoms. Still have neon yellow forsythia and daffodils. Blue and yellow pansies. Curly green kale in the garden. Pale pink and so fragrant cherry blossoms. All set against jewel-green grass and bright blue skies.
So it's cold. We might get a frost tonight.
Cold but colorful.
So it's cold. We might get a frost tonight.
Cold but colorful.
