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Little Free Library #4581

IMG_7167Awhile back my meditation teacher had her husband build her a Little Free Library.  I immediately wanted one because the street we live on is somewhat busy not only with car traffic, but bicycle and walking traffic as well.

These are super cool and my husband could’ve made us one but.  I knew that he would probably never do it, so I bought one and got in trouble.  Her library was the second one in our city. Our library is the third and as of the other day, her husband sold another one, so now our town has FOUR Little Free Libraries.  Pretty cool.

If you’re not sure what I’m talking about let me explain.  You place this box on a post in your yard.  You register it with Little Free Library DOT org.  They then send you a steward sign with a post number and you can load your box up with books.  We’ve found lots of interesting books in ours.  Someone dropped off a whole years’ worth of women’s magazines the other day as well.  Our library can hold about 35 or so books.  We seem to get a lot of traffic at night so I mounted one of those little battery operated touch lamps inside of ours.

Stop by 1331 S. Jefferson and grab a book or donate one.  We’re having a lot of fun with this so far!


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A Day Of Silence

Little Portion in Republic, Missouri is where I spent my Sunday.  It’s where I spent the entire day, on a silent meditation retreat.  I’d never been on anything like this before.  I’ve spent weekends at yoga workshops practicing meditation and pranayama but never a whole day of meditating and being silent.  If you’ve known me for very long you know that I have the tendency to be, well…a chatter box.  This has shifted quite a bit over the last several years though.  I’m hoping I’m a much better listener than I used to be.

We started our day in that white barn that you see.  It has been converted into a bed and breakfast if you will.  Complete with a kitchen, public use room and bedrooms that were private and what not.  This piece of property has three buildings.  The barn, the yellow house that you see that used to be a milk house and a neat stone house where some nuns still reside.  This property also has several acres, a few beautiful gardens, a huge rock, and a stream that runs through the entire place.  Beautiful location.  And just a short drive from my house.  Who knew?  I want to go back here again.

We started out as a group meditating upstairs in a public use area.  I led us through some gentle yoga stretching to prepare for our sit.  We sat for awhile as a group together.  I don’t know how long.  I quit wearing a watch when I quit punching a time clock and purchased my video store.  After our group sit, we were free to continue sitting indoors, or go outside.  We all went outside.  The morning started out cloudy and a bit on the dewy side, but it cleared off nicely for the afternoon.  A few  of us chose walking meditation like we do at the studio.  Some of chose to sit on the benches by the water, or rest in the hammocks on the property.  I chose walking meditation with my camera and it was awesome.

Walking and meditating.  One person did this barefoot, awesome!

The creek.  Sun reflecting on the water.

Frodo.  Take me away.

A view of one of the beautiful gardens.

Someone asked me the other day why I meditated.  What did I get out of it?  And was it worth it?  My only answer at the time was that I liked it.  That question reeled out of control for the rest of my day as I continued to think about it.  I like the way I feel afterwards.  I like the way I feel while I’m meditating.  I like uncluttering and clearing  the junk in my mind.  I like the mental clarity that goes with that after I’m finished.   I’ve received answers to questions that I haven’t asked yet and that can be kind of scary.  I’ve also received explanations to things that have happened in my life.   And perhaps why they happened in the order that they have.  It’s cool, it really is.  And I do see now why some people come to class a few times and never return.  There’s a truth that happens during meditation not at all unlike the truth that you experience on the yoga mat.  It can seriously creep you out.

 

I left the retreat about two and a half hours early.  I had to teach a yoga class at MSU that evening and I didn’t want to stress out about it, or be in a hurry.  When I arrived home our son was at work and my husband and daughter were fishing together.  I was thankful.  I had a few hours to spend in silence and adjust to the tasks that had to be done in due time. 

So.  Do I quit meditating and forget all this stuff that keeps coming up over and over again?  Or do I stick with it?  Do I follow my heart and deal with the pain and other feelings as they present themselves?  I’ve answered my own question already.  I’m not qutitting.  I’m sitting with it.  Where I’m going with this I have no idea and I actually kind of like it that way.  I’ve lived my life without a plan for a long time now and it seems to suit me quite well.  I know that if I have enough money for today, I will be OK.  I know that if I have my health at this moment, everything is damn near perfect.  I know that if I get a “thank you” after I teach a yoga class that that’s all I really need for the rest of the week.  It’s all good.

I’m staying on the path.  It’s a good thing and I’m happy about it. 

 At the moment anyways and that’s all that counts really.


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Post Halloween Gore

Halloween was pretty uneventful.  We walked into the beautiful night and loaded up on candy with a good friend and neighbor.  We’re trying hard to stay connected to my daughter’s previous elementary school.  We’re still in the district, but over at the WOLF school, so everyone is making an extra effort to include her in school functions and play together.  It’s really neat.

This is her second year of dressing up in the scary phase.  When she was washing off all that make up at midnight last night, she made the decision of no more scary!  Please ignore any Halloween wreck behind her.  We did the decorating on Thursday evening!  Didn’t have time this year, first year ever to really NOT get cool with it.  We basically threw it on top of the entertainment center, what a mess.  I feel like this would make a great page for one of those “I Spy” books, ya think?  Also, doesn’t everyone keep a small cooler a box full of chalk and a whiffle bat in this location?  I no longer live in a “magazine shoot ready” home and sometimes I do grieve over it, but it’s OK! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Lauren and her good buddy Madie, who was dressed as a diva!  No red eye correction here! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across the globe, my niece, who just visited and who will turn 4 next week, strutted the Halloween path in a handmade costume.  She was wearing a Williams Design, by my sister, the fashionista, the interior designer, seamstress and creative soul.  She was Little Miss Sunshine.  No, not the movie.  But yes, the 70’s cartoon character.  It’s the Mister Men Show people, where have you been?  I didn’t know either, but she’s adorable, in or out of costume!  Just out picking flowers on Halloween she was…….and downing M & M’s!

After trick or treating, we did enjoy some cocktails (the mom’s in case there’s any question).  Conversation quickly turned to politics.  Way to ruine my birthday.  There was ranting and raving and some fist pounding on the table.  It’s not that I don’t like talking about political stuff, I’m just tired of it.  As I’ve said before, it’s exhausting to me.  I don’t keep up with it like some.  I’m not quick and smart about it, and I don’t have views I feel the need to share.  What kept me in check was this.  Just knowing the other people in the room were just like me.  I’m not separate from them.  I did a LOT of listening.  I don’t like the arguments that come into play when the “you’re not like me” starts to happen.  It’s too bad.  I drank more wine, I nodded my head and smiled.  Freedom of speech.  Glad we have it……sometimes……!  Just kidding.  Good-bye intense evening, hello mellow Saturday!