I ran around yesterday and did a bunch of things starting with a cycling class at the gym and then off to a specialty market for a certain kind of curry leaves and yellow mung beans that Vishnu instructed me to get. I made homemade yogurt that didn’t quite set right, and an Indian chicken dish that turned out delicious with warm spices blended in, and yellow dal soup. I gave Oscar his first bath since having eye surgery and bought a picture of a chair for DC for Bill, a photograph that someone I know from Philly took. I ran into Amy the photographer at a yoga class one day last summer both of us former yoga teachers and living here locally. She now works as a life coach. We share mutual friends and it was fun reminiscing about what had been for each of us so long ago when we lived in Philadelphia as we sat at the end of class.
When I met my friend for coffee on Friday at Odds Café. I noticed Amy's work on the wall showcased for an art show that next evening. Quite good and my style, simply done with clean lines, and I love an empty chair in print. It felt good to support her and to buy a picture for Bill. He wants to decorate DC and it seems a piece that will blend in well there. He gave to me a gift last week so it seems fitting to give one back to him. Out of the blue he sent Oprah’s new cookbook to me. Knowing that I would like that. We are still kind to each other after 33 years of marriage. A secret to a loving marriage is simply to be kind. And that really isn’t hard to do with Bill. He’s a sweet one.
My car (like Oscar) needed a good wash on this spring-like winter day. Afterwards, Oscar and I ventured out for a walk around town before I cleaned out the chins room. We have two chinchillas Teddy and Little Man who are both quite messy so I scrubbed their cage and cleaned around the floor. The day was filled with activity and by evening I was ready to crash but my friend was throwing a birthday party so I went to that instead.
I ran into a therapist that I used to work with at the party and she told me that she doesn’t do therapy anymore but now has resumed an old career as a teacher. I was surprised to hear this as she was quite good and seemed to like doing therapy; in probing further I heard that she had no choice. Even though she did everything right, things went wrong. She told me her story and in some ways it mimics my own situation. The Universe jumping in and shifting things up for both of us in unlikely and disruptive ways necessary for our journey here. She is doing better than I am and has moved on.
She went to an astrologer in the mist of her turmoil who told her that regardless of what she could have done or did life was meant to crumble and her old life to die before a new one could begin. This brought her the peace that she was looking for. I hope I can interview her someday for my web-site and tell you her story. In sharing hers maybe you will hear mine. I left the party when it was still going strong after talking to an odd but interesting man who sat next to me at the table. His eye contact was strange. Not looking at me, staring at his food when talking but then looking up at full attention with soulful eyes. Eyes like that cannot stare long. His story runs deep with beginnings in Philadelphia before moving to Venezuela an ex-pat there. His father owned an oil business that he and his siblings have now inherited. He is grieving the loss of his sister who died right before Christmas of alcoholism. He too seems at a pivotal point in his own life questioning its meaning.
I was glad to come home and curl up on the couch with Oscar, watching tiny homes (something that fascinates me---putting all of your belongings in nooks and crevices carved out in small spaces in tiny quarters--minimalistic living) I munched on as a portion of my chicken dish and a small slice of gluten free spice cake before heading off to bed with a full stomach.
A lot of people use social media to share mundane things or for self-glorification. I try to use it to share interesting things with people. Ashton Kutcher