Are you always this pleasant? a neighbor asked this morning. To which I replied, I guess so, I’m a Buddhist.
I mean, what can I say …
Even if you read yesterday’s post, I’m as pleasant as I can be … you’d never know I’m in turmoil half the time.
That’s the Southern Lady I suppose. Or something. The Ballerina. Grace? The Buddhist. Maybe all of the above. I figure why stress everyone else out with my stuff? Life is stressful enough, I’m stressed out enough, why create more? That is unless something triggers me, like amazing art, music, movies, something stressful.
So apparently there are folks out there intentionally focused on the Seven Spiritual Laws of Yoga, one for every day of the week. I think I’m going to try it myself for a while. Get in that groove, ride that train, as it were. Sunday is for Ultimate Potentiality (I should get the actual words right, but I think that’s it). Instead of focusing on a role, an outward focus, focus instead on what you were born with, your ultimate birthright, your beingness. Cool. I need that right now.
Today is going really well, a beautiful day. Tomorrow will be comparably cold. But we’re going to celebrate my mother in law’s birthday — shhhhhh! She doesn’t read this stuff tho.
Here is the painting as of right now!
The color is beginning to fly! Hooray! Happy Saturday!