Day 60 Tues Sept 10 Zoe's Morning Pages
WHEN ZOE WAS A GURU
Hey, Good Morning to Me. I
have to report that my mediation glasses is goin good. Yesterday I had Mischa
in a deep relaxation and I didn't even have to pull out my best east indian
accent either. Just talked to her in a nice calm voice, and coached her on over
into bliss. She got me one a them pillows to sit on to match hers for when she
invites me into the quiet place on the third floor. Just a few of us knows its
there. We're thinkin if we ever sell the house, we might not even mention it,
it's a private space. "And sacred!" she always says. I'm not sure
what sacred means but I think it has somethin to do with breathin and god and
communion (although I thought that was reserved for catlicks and orthodoxes,
but I could be wrong).
We like to light those
little sticks a nag champa when we’re in there, or if we’re feelin nostalgic
for way back east we light the frankincense on those little blocks of coal. I
sort of orchestrate the breathin technique and I get real blissed out and then
Mischa starts zonin out and before ya know it we are deep into it. Then some
days Mischa pipes in the Dali Lama doin his Ohms.
So it’s kinda like a pajama
party for gurus. We got that Ram Das book in there and the Autobiography of a Yogi too in case whoever’s in
there with us has forgotten how to do it. Of course I am there to give private
instruction at a moments notice. I love doin it. It’s deeply satisfyin, and it
is usually followed by a plethora of biscuits, cause everybody’s in an
exceptionally good mood when they finish.
Speakin a good moods...did
I mention that B likes nothin better than to have both hands loaded with power
tools and a buildin in waiting? I know I must a...
Well B got her heart’s
desire and then some today. This morning Mischa put her head in the rectangle only
for a short time. I guess there was nothin too interestin in there, or somethin
ticked her off, that happens. Anyways she got outta the living room pretty
early and went on out to help B hammer and drill and saw and nail for a while.
This pleased B to no end. I heard laughin and singing out there for hours. I
never heard one a them utter a swear word either. That mighta been some kinda
record set right there, cuase as I said...hours passed.
At one point B went in to
rouse the niece from late morning teenage slumber. Mischa thought she heard
them both talking way down at the house. Next thing Mischa knows...and me too
cause I was standin right next to her, somebody’s head’s in the doorway...and
it’s talkin!. We sees it outta the corner of our eyes. I got right into some
righteous barking. Poor Mischa, who had at the time been holdin one a them nail
guns that’s attached to a very loud red beachball, she jumps right up in the
air and that gun goes flying outta her hand! She can’t remember if she had the
safety on or off, so she is desperately tryin to make the perfect catch when it
comes back down. Also she wanted to refrain from killin anyone with a spray of
pointed metal spears.
Turned out it was Eva the
niece at the door. She said she was makin a point not to scare us...but pass the cheez, she wasn’t too successful.
Anyway I had to remind
Mischa to take some nice long deep breaths all the way down into her diarama. “Watch
your chakras all light up in a row!” I told her. “Be here now, hon!” I said. “Fear
is an illusion!” I reminded her “something we make up to keep ourselves from
becoming our full selves.”
She looks over at me after
a few minute...“Zoe” she says, “you the man!”
I made like a cute little
bow in her direction. Hey is it a sin to dig compliments?
I found my way to the stash
of biscuits and I indulged myself. So for now...that is all and everything that
I have to report...so....catch ya at the ashram.
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