January casts its frigid pall on everything. I manage to drive to the grocery and do a bit of half-hearted shopping. No one is immune from the period after the holidays. My brother has to have his cat put down this week. I can only imagine how he is feeling.
My voice is still not right even though I am resting it. I can’t seem to settle down to read or do any significant work. Just biding my time until the holiday hangover ends. This year I did not shop or cook and I am still impacted by the melancholia of January.
I hear myself sigh. I watch myself eat peppermint pretzels and drink coffee. I do my Tai Chi faithfully everyday and I tell myself that offsets the rest of my lazy day.
Enlightenment? Is there a recipe for that? Because all of my recipes are in a heap somewhere. I used to hope for it, sweat for it and concentrate on ridding myself of my vices. What a useless task that is!
I write directly from source and that source ain’t revealin’ its Source. I am winking as I type, of course. The secret of enlightenment will not be granted to the ego. If it is, you are fooling yourself big-time. Even those that slap a “ji” on after their names. That is no guarantee of anything. Don’t you love it when I carp about online awakening? I do.
Do yourself a favor. Cut yourself some slack. Let some time go by unaccounted for. Let a UFO pick you up and do weird things to you. Or not. I don’t care what you do.
Just don’t try anything ambitious right now. I am certainly not.