I twisted my knee while ice skating last week. I take it as a pointing figer from the karma gods saying, “Well what did you expect? You were ice skating in San Francisco.” It has slowed me down, forced me to pay attention to the things that matter, and examine the small threads of life that keep the critical joints of life moving.
It’s forced me to walk not run~ and in the yoga class today the line teaching that resonated was that all rushing is a farce of the imagination. You create the time you need. I am struck by how much there is to do in this life. There will always be a part of me that wants to save the world. I can’t help it. I grew up on Nancy Drew, Little House and The Prairie, Star Trek and Knight Rider. There is a part of me that just wants to enjoy the world, and breathes with a sigh of relief when the Dali Lama says the greatest purpose in life is to be happy. There is a part of me that wants to go be in the middle of it all (hence it is killing me not being at Copenhagen) and apart of me that wants to live with the pace of the season and be in winter, which is about going inside, slowing down, hibernating, listening. There is nothing more magnificent than skiing across an open field of slow, and stopping and listening. It makes you realize the power of winter and what it does to your sensibilities.
So while The Bay Area doen’t provide a real winter, in my attempt to experience a winter activity, I have been gifted the experience of stillness. It’s reminded me how crutial it is to finish this little novel of mine~ so I finally started up a novel writing group, and am going to finish it gosh golly. It must be about being in the 30′s. The creative juices want to take on huge projects. Novels, screen plays and the likes. If my logic had it’s way I’d stick to short stories. I like short stories. But no, the creative request from the ethers is a novel…and so here we go. I’m listening.