Even though I spent most of this long Independence Day weekend at a Buddhist retreat on emptiness, the realizations I had this weekend were much more mundane:
- You know that you are becoming an old cat lady when you become annoyed at the M80s someone is firing off on the 4th of July and you literally think “damn kids, they’re scaring the cats!”
- You know you live in the crime capital of California when when you recognize that the pop-pop-popping you hear in the distance is not fireworks but rather gunfire and you opt to change positions so you’re not sitting in front of the window . . . you know, just in case.
- It is the damn crows that are leaving half eaten cherries all over my back porch. A few days ago half eaten cherries started showing up outside my backdoor. “Odd” I thought, “where in the hell are these cherries coming from?” I don’t have a cherry tree. In fact I’ve never even seen a real cherry tree. Apricot, peaches, lemons, avocados, sure. But no cherries. The cherries I bought the other day had already been eaten. There are no neighbors close by who could be tossing cherries near my back door. I mean, what the hell? The mystery was answered as yet another cherry dropped as I was standing on my porch dumbfounded about the fucking cherries. I looked up into this big ass tree and there were about three large crows high up in the tree. Now, as to where the crows got the cherries, that is another question, but at least I know now where these freakin’ cherries are coming from.
I’m still processing the retreat with Anam Thubten. Perhaps I’ll have more to say later. Perhaps not. However, it did inspire me to sign up for a 5 day silent retreat at Spirit Rock at the end of the summer. I’ve been waffling on the idea and coming up with all kinds of excuses. But, I think I’m just going to do it.
So, I’m off to enjoy my week off of work. I don’t have any big plans, yet. The brother will be in town towards the end of the week, and the boyfriend wants to get away for at least a night. Otherwise, I’ll just be catching up on all the shit I’m too tired to do after work and opt not to spend my precious weekend time on. Plus, I dearly hope to get in some reading and major naps. Yeah, that would be good.