I forgot to post something yesterday. Or rather, I remembered when I was on my way to bed, when my brain was no longer really working, so I decided there’d be no post for Day 14.
What I did instead: Slept in, because with two days of yoga teacher training over the weekend, and a super busy Monday and Tuesday, by Wednesday I’m ready for a day off, but couldn’t take the day off this week so I slept in instead. Sam had an appointment with his physical therapy vet, so once I showered and ate and meditated and wrote, I took him to that. He’s doing good, and at this point we might have to accept he’ll never go back to what he was. I brought him home after and fed both he and Ringo an early lunch before going to my CSU office. I met for a bit with a friend, fussed about and researched and texted Eric about the “grain-free diet danger” for dogs (because of Sam’s chicken allergy and the food Ringo was eating when he came to us, for the past almost five years we’ve had them on a salmon based kibble that just so happens to also be grain free), and then went to the monthly meeting for the communicators in our college, which I’ve missed the past two months. I avoid as many meetings as I can now because they only seem to mean more work for me, and I really don’t want or need more. Then I had to come back home and walk the dogs. Eric wasn’t going to be home until 6 pm and even though we were most likely just eating leftovers for dinner, I had to go to the grocery store — it had gotten to the point where there were things in our house that could be cooked, but we were running seriously low on anything “grab and go,” which sustains us during the week, (“grab and go” for me includes things like apples, yogurt, soups, and bread for sandwiches). So, I threw the dogs in the car and got groceries. Home, I unloaded the dogs and the groceries, put away the food and it was already almost time to feed the dogs again. Checked my work email and caught up on a few things, then changed into my pajamas and fed the dogs. This is the time of day I typically am DONE and have to get on the couch with my phone or turn on the TV, because that’s all I have left.
A thought I often have is something like “practice, then the laundry.” It’s a reference to that popular quote from Zen Buddhism, “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.” As practitioners on a particular path, we study and serve and practice. We put a lot of energy towards spiritual growth, undoing our neurosis and habitual patterns of reactivity, cultivating sanity and wisdom and compassion – and yet, most of us are also “householders” and as we practice, life continues to happen and needs our attention too.