Retreat
Yesterdays Graffiti clean up went flawlessly. Wonderful kids, funny sarcastic cop’s who would wait until little old ladies where walking by and yell out something like;
“Hurry up guys its time to get back to jail!”
Today is my last day and I am cleaning out the office computer of my résumé’s and about 35 cover letters. I am also writing the thank you letters to the various people who donated goodies for the kids.
Tomorrow, I am heading out to Lanark Ontario (just outside of Ottawa) for a four day long silent meditation retreat.
-Yeah, just in case you all didn’t already think that I was weirder than a soup sandwich.
What brought this on? A number of years ago when I started working for the lovely Pete Bevin we talked at some length about meditation and how useful it had been to him in some rough spots in his life. He loaned me a bunch of books and it piqued my interest. I found a couple of mediation groups and showed up for one or two sessions, but I didn’t feel particularly “right” about any of them.
Recently I found another group that meets close to Yonge and St. Claire. This felt more comfortable, and every one I have spoken too about the group and its founder has had nothing but praise for both.
So when I saw that the group was doing this meditation retreat I thought, “this is for me” The timing could not be better.
What do I hope to accomplish from this?
Not a lot really. I should think that I will be better at meditation. I hope that I will be a little calmer and have a wee bit more perspective on life in general. I don’t think that I will become enlightened over the course of one weekend; I don’t think that I will change as a person. I hope it will the start of something.
Igal is whining about being left all alone. He will survive. And I know that he is going to find his own form of relaxation by blasting the hell out of his good friends this weekend.
Tonight we are going to Lana’s place and they are giving me a “good bye” dinner. The perfect way to be sent off for this trip.
“Hurry up guys its time to get back to jail!”
Today is my last day and I am cleaning out the office computer of my résumé’s and about 35 cover letters. I am also writing the thank you letters to the various people who donated goodies for the kids.
Tomorrow, I am heading out to Lanark Ontario (just outside of Ottawa) for a four day long silent meditation retreat.
-Yeah, just in case you all didn’t already think that I was weirder than a soup sandwich.
What brought this on? A number of years ago when I started working for the lovely Pete Bevin we talked at some length about meditation and how useful it had been to him in some rough spots in his life. He loaned me a bunch of books and it piqued my interest. I found a couple of mediation groups and showed up for one or two sessions, but I didn’t feel particularly “right” about any of them.
Recently I found another group that meets close to Yonge and St. Claire. This felt more comfortable, and every one I have spoken too about the group and its founder has had nothing but praise for both.
So when I saw that the group was doing this meditation retreat I thought, “this is for me” The timing could not be better.
What do I hope to accomplish from this?
Not a lot really. I should think that I will be better at meditation. I hope that I will be a little calmer and have a wee bit more perspective on life in general. I don’t think that I will become enlightened over the course of one weekend; I don’t think that I will change as a person. I hope it will the start of something.
Igal is whining about being left all alone. He will survive. And I know that he is going to find his own form of relaxation by blasting the hell out of his good friends this weekend.
Tonight we are going to Lana’s place and they are giving me a “good bye” dinner. The perfect way to be sent off for this trip.
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