I feel, when meditating, it’s easier to picture something, a place. It’s easier to remove myself than to meditate from where I actually am. Instead of being in my room I’m sitting on a giant boulder, the kind you bask on, in the middle of a river. A river coursing through the valley of Yosemite. The sun is bright and warm, casting all down my back, warming the muscles both achey and not; a soft, cool breeze against my face and chest keeping me cool. Here I can be who I want to be, there are no judgements nor worries. I’m surrounded by the sky, the trees, the dirt, breathing the air of the birds, the bears, the prey and the hunters. No judgements or harsh words, only the secrets of the river and brooks, the proclamations of the water falls. For those glorious, meditative moments I am home and my anxieties wash away with the river itself. My heart is embraced by all that is true and happy all around me. The emotions of introducing a child to an old friend; the sense of comfort, joy, the sigh of bliss, the simple sense of freedom to be who you are.
It’s a strange sensation to open your eyes. The longer you remain in that state, the deeper you put yourself in that state it is as if your brain almost believes you were there and coming back is… strange.
This little dude is officially patient of the day. A new client found him on her porch, all sickly and slow and not wanting to eat. His face was completely glued shut with bogies when he came in. We nebulized him and wiped all the snot away and he’s actually pretty funny looking but SO sweet. And loud. Luckily she’s keeping him (: He walked onto the right porch.
Lady bugs and earthworms! I love fun bugs. Had to add them because holes and missing chunks of pedals were starting to happen on the flowers. Not ok. Was fun spreading out the masses of lady bugs though, I hope they stick around. In other news- we have grass growth! The shadier side of the yard is sprouting. The non shaded side needs a heavier hand of TLC. A couple of flowers have been de-planted and potted and are now in the “sick bed”, they too need extra TLC. But- so good, so far me thinks!
Went in and had to re-lay the grass seeds down but used fertilizer along with it. I think the dirt is too dry to sprout the seeds alone. Hopefully this works. Either way- working on this feels awesome.
I love the project that has become our yard. The fiancé and I spent about 4 or 5 hours re-tilling the half of the yard that I did ( the dirt is dry as all hell, it’s had no attention for years) and tearing up he roots on the other half. I don’t think either of us had done actual labor like that in a loooong time- hah. But it felt great and it’s felt great to come out here and water them everyday, making sure its all tended too. I even bought earthworms for the yard (hope they don’t die), got to play in mud and handle worms. Best part.
Anyway- grass, I await you.
San Pedro was fan-flippin’-tastic. The last time we were there was for my birthday weekend last year. So sort of around the same time, and before that it hadn’t been there for years. For those of you who are unaware of the amazingness of San Pedro, it’s a very Hispanic thing to do with family. 95% seafood “restaurants” and I use that lightly… But oh SO good. We got a big plate of ceviche and oysters!! My first time w oysters. So. Awesome. Taste like the ocean with a mushy texture, doused in lemon and salt and chile. My favorite part of the whole day. The picture still makes my mouth water.
The dear and I off to Sunny San Pedro for the day! Seafood lunch then hopefully a visit to the Marine Rehabilitation Center and then a sweet little park with ponds and ducks! Thumbs up to Saturdays off together.
I love legitimate Fridays like these. Where I don’t have to worry about being tired, or getting to bed on time. I just tilled half of the backyard to ready it for grass- then stuffed my face with pizza and now I get to just lay down and do the best thing— nothing.
Ok I totally caved on the green thumb thing and bought more flowers. She’s got her own pot and everything. Been tilling the yard as well for what, I feel, is the hardest green thumb project- grass. It’s like goldfish. It always dies.