...the experience.
I rolled into my home town about 130 this afternoon, easy trip thru the desert and up the hill. A bit of rain but nothing like the torrents of last night. Grocery stop on the way into town for veggies and then pulled into the driveway. As I unpack the car and suitcases, I'm unpacking the experience as well.
This will be with me for a long time. I have no regrets at all. I was able to stay in the moment for the most part (except the Great Sock Meditation Day), and feel the feelings as they came up.
Today, there were moments of intense gratitude as the miles ticked away. I sang chants, listened to an audio book, and at times, just enjoyed the silence. The sun was warm thru the desert with clouds dancing on the horizon. The razor edged cliffs of eastern California had a dusting of snow and cloud banks nestled between.
As I crossed the river and the state line, I smiled and took a deep breath. Home. Arizona. Where the roads are in great condition and the speed limit is 75. Cruise on home. The blessed San Francisco peaks showed their wonderful silhouette against a few clouds and disappeared into a mist by the time I reached town. It was somewhere along that road, many years ago, and as I first saw them, that I clearly heard them speak: "I have everything you'll ever need." On that day, tears rolled down my cheeks as I drove, feeling that I had been touched by a very special spirit in that moment. And after many trips here, I moved here in 95 and this is home. This is where I belong.
I had a chance to talk to my teacher while I was on the road. He's still feeling poorly but has seen yet another specialist. We talked some about the ashram as well as about his health. It was reassuring to hear his voice and we all hope he comes back soon. I do miss his input and our private sessions.... maybe soon we'll get to work on headstand.
And so the laundry is going and I'm going to enjoy this last evening of vacation. Back to work in the AM, taking lessons with me.
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