Wednesday, January 13, 2010

1/12 & 13/10 Pain scars, Hatha: Dr K, NM, ART

As I was getting ready for Hatha Yoga time, I heard a knock at the door. I wasn't dressed . Luke wasn't dressed. Usually we wouldn't answer an unexpected knock. Luke put on clothes and went down. I thought he should. It was Mike and Dan. OMG. I mean we were used to Ricky who promises and doesn't come. They were here. I got excited and gave up my hatha to go down and talk with them about our kitchen remodel.

Oh yes. Ideas were flying. I'm learning from t.v. what not to do and I can say no even to experts.
But that wasn't the interesting thing about the a.m. of the 12th. We sat at the table and talked. Dan began to talk about a terrible time in his life when he was severely burned. He almost died but he didn't. He fought through. I want to film his story. Then Mike shared about his terrible burn experience. I want to film his story as well. People should know you can suffer and yet survive. It's a metaphor for the suffering that everyone goes through in life--not just physical but mental and spiritual as well.

Then we had Hatha class. It was small. I'm hoping the obstacles to the growth of this class are removed and that's what I'm praying for. However, Baba used to say that you don't teach for others. You teach so you can grow. He said that if one person comes--you should teach. What's the dif if thousands come. If one person is uplifted--that changes not just that person, but also everyone that touches their life and also the world around them. Baba used to say that if you cut a branch off a tree it affects the whole world.

O.K. 1/13

This a.m. I got up earlier than usual so that I could do Hatha for myself. I missed 2 mornings.
Luke woke me up and I jumped into it. I did have time for 20 min of Hatha.

Dr K worked hard on me. I felt a lot better. He wants me to do the exercise that he gave me. I said that i'd do the exercise. It would only take 5 min in the evening. Yet again and again, I don't do it. Five minutes. Five.

I went to work. First the bank. Then the register. Sometimes I really feel inspired at the register. I was able to help a few customers and that felt good as well. Linda told me that she doesn't think Pumpkin has a health issue. I pray.

Luke called me to say that both kittens came by for food and love. Yay.

Tonight, I played a little and ate a little. Then I worked on the painting. When I picked up my brush I wanted to put the thing in the basement or paint over it. And those are the good things I wanted to do. So I thought about Bapuji with my little painting in his hands, turning it over and over. Looking at the back of the painting. I wrote on the canvass back--I love you Bapuji with a red heart. And he touched the red heart again and again. Maybe he wants me to paint from my heart.

So tonight, I came from the heart and didn't think. I can't explain. When I was utterly tired, I stopped. And you know what - - - this terribly difficult piece is coming together. A miracle.


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