Three of the six Sharkans are in Israel for the first time in twelve
years preparing for my sister's wedding. Friends and relatives will
soon be here to help celebrate their union and work obligations seem
secondary to all of the month's festivities. My loyal puppy will be going under
for a biopsy of her ears tomorrow and the six-month old leak that was
repaired by two different repairmen after hours of arguing decided to sprout it's
ugly head again. I have my immigration meeting scheduled and am petitioning to the state of Israel for professional recognition. And to top things off, I forced myself to walk away from a potentially amazing opportunity which brought me great sadness.
It's times like these when I miss my weekly silent meditations. I still practice Yoga which provides a quick fix, but doesn't quite offer the lasting effects of a 45-minute neurological re-balancing. I'm just a baby Buddha striving to practice principals of acceptance, non-judgement, and compassion but without my weekly practice I'm like a carpenter without a hammer. Where are my tools when I need them? "Be present" "let go of attachments" "take the middle road" "return to the breath" "observe without reaction." External forces such as: societal norms, scheduling obligations, expectations and moods of others interfere with my ability to hear my baby Buddha's voice. I loose my compass. As if the external forces aren't enough, being Buddha means checking the internal Ego and primal desires that have a mind of their own. What's a girl to do?
Oh right, breathe and strap on my tool belt.
