It’s been a busy weekend for me! Here it is Sunday night already; the past few days have gone by much too quickly.
On Friday night, I had a dinner with an old friend from high school, Holly. We met up at Cousins, where I again enjoyed a very filling raw food dinner and smoothie. I returned home, had a cup of herbal tea, and then turned in early because I was incredibly tired.
Saturday morning I was up early to take care of the chickens (per usual), but instead of returning to sleep I got busy. I started some laundry, did some general tidying in the house, and had some breakfast and coffee while beginning a new book my therapist had recommened to me, When Things Fall Apart. (More on this later.) Then it was off to the gym to work out for an hour.
After a fairly good workout, I tackled some yard work when I came home. I’ve been most eager to start my early veggies, but every weekend something gets in the way (like really icky weather or being sick ). This time, I was able to do a bit of general yard clean up, and get my planting done. So, I have sugar snap peas, arugula, and two kinds of lettuce in the ground now.
After a couple hours, it was back into the house to put a strawberry-rhubarb crumble together and into the oven, and then clean myself up a bit in preparation for Saturday evening’s fun. I found time for a bit of a nap, then went off to my monthly mani/pedi/waxing appointment before my big social time.
Saturday night I called on two friends at one location. I spent a few hours celebrating Laura’s birthday at her “Pie Party,” where I bent the rules a bit by bringing the strawberry-rhubarb crumble instead of a pie. Watching her dance the Charleston was a great treat. Laura is always up to something unique, that’s for sure. (Laura was also the friend that gave me the Mary Oliver poem.)
I then headed downstairs to sit with Betsy for a while and hopefully convinced her to take better care of herself. [Betsy is Laura’s landlady and I had the pleasure of introducing them to each other.] Betsy has been sick for over a month and really needs to stop pushing herself so hard. Well, at least that’s what I think.
I again returned home early and prepped for bed. I had a glass of sherry, talked with Rachael to arrange some plans for early today, and then went off to sleep.
Another early morning today, but this time after tending to the hens I went back to bed for a short rest before getting up to meet Rachael for breakfast at Milk and Honey. As the weather was looking a bit strange, we decided to do our grocery shopping together. By the time we were done, the weather was looking a bit better so Rachael could go out to do her training walk.
I headed back home to put away my groceries, finish up laundry, and mix up some muffins for my afternoon guest. While it may seem strange to have my lawyer come for a visit, she and I first met each other through the Windy City Knitting Guild and she has also been quite friendly to me in addition to helping me in a professional capacity. I gave her a tour of the house and garden, including a visit with the hens, and we had tea and muffins together with some of my homemade freezer jam.
Then it was off to the movies with Annette, Ashley, and Colin to see Adventureland, which was not what I expected but was a wonderful movie, nonetheless. Don’t expect this to be a comedy; it really is a serious flick that had me tearing up at the end.
I’m feeling so vulnerable now, that a sweet movie like this was a bit much for me. This book I’m reading, When Things Fall Apart, is written by a Buddhist nun and is subtitled Heart Advice for Difficult Times. It’s about not just exisitng in the pain and suffering we are experiencing but moving towards it to discover something deeper. I read a few pages, tear up, and then reflect for a while.
“This very moment is the perfect teacher, and is always with us,” is really a most profound instruction. Just seeing what’s going on — that’s the teaching right there. We can be with what’s happening and not dissociate. Awakeness is found in our pleasure and our pain, our confusion and our wisdom, available in each moment of our weird, unfathomable, ordinary, everyday lives.
Yes, there’s definitely a lot in this book for me and I’m trying to just let things happen and flow.
Tonight and perhaps even through tomorrow we have returned to winter with snow falling softly down and gently accumulating on the ground. This is true Chicago weather: we almost always have snow around Easter. I guess I find this comforting is some way.