Trying to center on the good things
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cornerofmadnessBecause if I let myself go down the path of rage over today's shooting and the racist bullshit surrounding Miss America (the first time I've cared one whit about this in years), it will only destroy what little calm I have.
I'm a week into a different type of meditation challenge. For the last few years I've been following the Deepka Chopra challenges and the meditation his group has offered up are both silent and very secular. I'm working with Deva Premal and Miten this time. It's meditative chanting. I'm finding it very challenging. For one it's very rooted in Hinduism, which isn't a problem for me. I'm more or less a pantheist. I do have trouble with the Hindu though. I could not wrap my mouth around the words today at all. Also chanting and getting into a meditative state is not-exactly new to me but it is more problematic as I'm the type to obsess over pronounciation and how badly I sing. I was very good with the chant to Ganesha.
My sugar is finally coming down from the stratosphere leaving me tired, bitchy and headachy. I wish on one hand people could realize how bad I feel some days (and leave me alone) but I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
My brother decided it was too far to drive here for the Mothman fest (4 hours, lazy ass). My parents, on the other hand took off on vacation and are in Jamestown and Williamsburg right now.
I came across this fascinating thing and can't imagine why it's never been in abny of serial killer stuff I've read. Early 1900s, New Orleans, someone is breaking into house and axing the people inside to death. At one point he promises to kill again at 12:15 in the morning unless the house has jazz music playing. New Orleans being New Orleans organizes parties and no one is axed that night (he does axe more later). He's never caught. Joseph John Davilla later wrote this song about it.
Declutter day 126 item tossed -Tiny black purse why kept -I don’t even know where it came from why tossed -Too tiny for someone who has to carry a pharmacy in her purse
I'm a week into a different type of meditation challenge. For the last few years I've been following the Deepka Chopra challenges and the meditation his group has offered up are both silent and very secular. I'm working with Deva Premal and Miten this time. It's meditative chanting. I'm finding it very challenging. For one it's very rooted in Hinduism, which isn't a problem for me. I'm more or less a pantheist. I do have trouble with the Hindu though. I could not wrap my mouth around the words today at all. Also chanting and getting into a meditative state is not-exactly new to me but it is more problematic as I'm the type to obsess over pronounciation and how badly I sing. I was very good with the chant to Ganesha.
My sugar is finally coming down from the stratosphere leaving me tired, bitchy and headachy. I wish on one hand people could realize how bad I feel some days (and leave me alone) but I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
My brother decided it was too far to drive here for the Mothman fest (4 hours, lazy ass). My parents, on the other hand took off on vacation and are in Jamestown and Williamsburg right now.
I came across this fascinating thing and can't imagine why it's never been in abny of serial killer stuff I've read. Early 1900s, New Orleans, someone is breaking into house and axing the people inside to death. At one point he promises to kill again at 12:15 in the morning unless the house has jazz music playing. New Orleans being New Orleans organizes parties and no one is axed that night (he does axe more later). He's never caught. Joseph John Davilla later wrote this song about it.
Declutter day 126 item tossed -Tiny black purse why kept -I don’t even know where it came from why tossed -Too tiny for someone who has to carry a pharmacy in her purse
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