Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
Female Incarnation
August 27, 2006
5:10pm
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“In addition to practicing during the waking state, if you
can also use your consciousness druing sleep for wholesome
purposes, then the power of your spiritual practice will
be all the greater. Otherwise, at least a few hours each
night will be just a waste. So if you can transform your
sleep into something virtuous, this is useful. The
Sutrayana method is to try as you go to sleep to develop a
wholesome mental state, such as compassion, or the
visualization of impermanence or emptiness. “
I’m not going to devote too much time to writing, because
I am feeling so well and also because there’s a hot veggie
pizza (with pineapple!) waiting for me to dive into! Pizza
is one of my favorite things.
Day three of no diary and I’m still doing okay. I’m still
confident that it’ll come back. It’s been gone this long
before and it came back. Word is being good to me. At
least if I decide to have my diary published (like anyone
would ever want to read it) it’ll already be typed out and
spell-checked! You must look for the silver-lining in
everything!
Today really was a great day. Snookums and I got up,
straightened the house and got the girls ready to go.
Horseshoe Lake was virtually empty when we got there a
little after 11am. We just lounged around in the grass,
watching the children play in the sand. Snookums and I
cuddled and talked, something we never get to do often
enough and we just enjoyed our time together as a family.
I talked to Beth (Dad’s girlfriend) today, as well. She’s
so much like him, it’s almost frightening. She’s the
female incarnation of him. In a way that’s a good thing.
They’re completely compatible (from my reckoning) and they
understand one another, something Dad has yet to find in
other women (most notably, my mother). I’m so happy for
him. Not to mention it looks like Chris will finally get
the mother he deserves. I can’t help but feel a little
distain for his biological mother, because she is so far
out of the picture. But, we aren’t all blessed with
attentive mothers.
Well, the wonderful smell is driving me crazy! I must go
eat! Ciao and goodnight.
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