Virginia Breeze

It’s midweek boys and girls.  And here we are still pursuing our dreams!  I hope.  Some of us are just trying to survive and that’s not nearly as much fun.   My heartfelt condolences to those of us who are doing that.

I used to do that back in the late 1970′2 and early 80’s.   I was in my late 20’s and early 30’s back then.  Can you remember a time in your life that was particularly difficult?  Did you ever just look around at people passing and ENVY  *ALL* of them?

You just knew that they all had a much better life than you did.

I used to do that in some of my weaker moments.   And then I used to meditate during other  times.  I remember meditating one time for about three hours.  And after about that length of time I suddenly realized I wasn’t breathing anymore.  I was in some kind of pure energy state. It was a pretty amazing experience.  I was engulfed in blissful happiness.   And then, of course, I started breathing again.  The realization brought me back to earth.   But it was meditation that helped me make some good decisions and survive those times.  I also managed to care for two small children who are now happy and fully functional adults.  We will be going up to see my daughter in October.

She lives in Leesburg, Virginia.  For those of you who don’t know Virginia  Leesburg is a wealthy suburb of Washington DC.    When my precious daughter  was a little girl she had psoriasis that just took over her body.  It got in her scalp.  It was awful.   I used to take her down to MCV to see this really cool doctor.  He would make her laugh with his wide eyed stares.   And then he would prescribe all these steroids and tar-based ointments.

And then we would go back to our humble little apartment and pray they would work.

But my daughter is a lovely grown woman now with three beautiful children and a wonderful husband who has an office overlooking the White House. And the coolest thing about him is that when he walks in the door after work around six pm he is laughing and ready to be with his wife and children.

Life is very funny sometimes.   I hope I can learn to meditate  again and maybe even stop breathing for awhile.   I’m pretty sure that is the way to samadhi.  Or heaven for those of us who are not familiar with that term.

I hope I can find the way back there before I die.

God really did take care of us during those times.  And he still does even if I don’t try and visit with Him the way I used to do.

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Do you visit with Him?  Does he take care of you?

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Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

I went down to the river late last week just before dark and took some photos.  Nothing spectacular was happening. But that’s good because it helps me become a better photographer.  I need to squeeze a photo out of the environment in order to progress.

And so we have these photos.  How would you grade them?  I like the way the water looks.  It almost looks like “noise” but it’s not.  It’s stuff on the river and the fading light is reflecting it up to the lens.

Today is a rainy day here in Virginia.  The dog is barking outside the window.  And my legs are starting to act up.  I probably should go outside and do something as the sun tries to make a late comeback.

I don’t know what I will decide to do.  But it’s nice to have options.  Even if you feel unmotivated to do anything.

Today I did a lot of computer stuff and didn’t have much time to think about anything interesting. Because setting up computers to work well is not very interesting in my book. It involves trying to figure out why the computer which is supposedly a perfectly rational being of some sort acts in such perverse fashions. It’s almost as if it  was. . . . .human!

And I was almost like Henry VIII. Drop it out the window and go shopping for a new one. But that wouldn’t be a wise move and Beth would probably start thinking I was getting too near The Edge.

Well I have news for her pretty self. It won’t be computers that send me there. It will be Restless Legs Syndrome. Ten percent of the population have this scourge? I doubt it. Because that would mean that at least two percent of the population are jumping out of windows every night.

And unless someone doesn’t think that is a newsworthy event we can safely say no! That’s not happening.

But I do have a new idea in my ongoing quest to find ways to outsmart Mr. R. Legs Syndrome. I am going to have a stand next to my desk and put a wireless keyboard on it. Then when the RLS starts up I can stand up and type away without bringing this insidious stuff into play. One of the reasons I started blogging was to share my experience and (hopefully) some helpful tips about dealing with RLS since so many people have or will have it.

I need to work on my new “seating” arrangement in the morning. Because right now I cannot even continue this post.

Night. Night.