Minstreling (Part One)

The absurdity continues to move and shake along with the kundalini energy. Yesterday I slept in late, and then did some empire building, which included going to the bookstore in search of the few books about actual practical application of creativity, instead of just unblocking it. I came upon the book "Work as a Spiritual Practice" by Lewis Richmond, which talks about the eight archetypes/paths: The Earner, The Hobbyist, Creator, Monk, Helper, Parent, Leader, or Elder. Guess which one I resonated with? And guess which virtue is the major lesson associated with the Creator? ... Patience. My favorite. So anyway, that was cool, and then Nicola gave me a healing by the lake, and then Alex and Amanda and I went on an empowering drive to Stop and Shop, and then we banded with Monique for dinner and gaiety and harassment of Arch Nemesis Bruce Maintenance, which may or may not have involved him being forced to wear my skirt.

Then I changed into my jester clothes, since apparently I was under strict orders to log some time wandering by my boss, Robin. She'd asked her superiors if I could be the official minstrel during Arts Week, and their response had been that they "wouldn't have a problem with it." Needless to say, this didn't exactly rev me up for the task, but then Robin coincidentally "forgot" to put me on the schedule for the entirety of arts week, and demanded of multiple people on Monday why I wasn't out minstreling. So after dinner I had Betsy follow me around with the camera, and Julia Child came out to do some devotional chanting in the staff dining hall, and then we skulked through the library and the cafe and bookstore with me wearing an "In Silence" tag just for irony's sake. The few participants who were paying attention loved it.

This morning I got up at 3:45 for Sadhana, and it was amazing, and when lying down afterwards I had the sensation of an earthquake happening so that's always a sign that the yoga is working. The cafe is closing and my computer is in a bag of rice right now, long story, so I will continue my chronicles tomorrow. WHEN I SAY WAHE, YOU SAY GURU!

WAHE!

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