Progress on several fronts
Saturday was a good aikido day for me. I seem to have cracked at least some of the forward roll problem, and there was ample opportunity for me to practice at least a couple of the moves enough times so that I felt like I was at least getting the hang of them. I think I do better on Saturdays because the class is in the morning, rather than in the evenings as it is on Mondays. We have a grading coming up in mid-May, and it looks more possible that I might be ready to go for it than it did before. I wonder if that has anything to do with my deciding that I wasn't even close to being ready for it and that therefore I wasn't going to worry about it? It certainly makes sense from the aspect of the Sedona Method I've been working with, which is all about releasing one's wants and needs for things in order to let them happen.
My room is in the latter stages of completion; the windows should be replaced tomorrow, and the wallpapering finished up in the first week of April. A guy came to measure up for the carpet this morning (I was amazed he was working at all); it'll be another couple of weeks before it's fitted. But then - IT WILL BE DONE!!! I have decided that this is enough non-critical house stuff for a while, maybe the rest of the year. The oven has gone on the fritz and we appear to be getting our drinking water from lead pipes, so those need to be addressed, but the upstairs plastering can bloody well wait. I really hate house stuff. I didn't realise how much until this recent spate of it. It makes me feel like I'm trapped in and by the house. I wonder if this was part of why my mother went so nutty - she was a traveler, too, and had little taste for domesticity, yet spent more than 20 years doing the housewife thing.
I also have signed up to attend a shamanism conference in Glastonbury at the end of April. I'm looking forward to getting away for a bit and hearing Ross Heaven, as well as some of the other speakers. It'll be a challenge for me in that I'm not supposed to talk about my work in Peru (on orders of my teacher); I must learn how far that prohibition goes (can I say I've been to Peru? that I've had ayahuasca, ever?). Still, I'm looking forward to it.
My room is in the latter stages of completion; the windows should be replaced tomorrow, and the wallpapering finished up in the first week of April. A guy came to measure up for the carpet this morning (I was amazed he was working at all); it'll be another couple of weeks before it's fitted. But then - IT WILL BE DONE!!! I have decided that this is enough non-critical house stuff for a while, maybe the rest of the year. The oven has gone on the fritz and we appear to be getting our drinking water from lead pipes, so those need to be addressed, but the upstairs plastering can bloody well wait. I really hate house stuff. I didn't realise how much until this recent spate of it. It makes me feel like I'm trapped in and by the house. I wonder if this was part of why my mother went so nutty - she was a traveler, too, and had little taste for domesticity, yet spent more than 20 years doing the housewife thing.
I also have signed up to attend a shamanism conference in Glastonbury at the end of April. I'm looking forward to getting away for a bit and hearing Ross Heaven, as well as some of the other speakers. It'll be a challenge for me in that I'm not supposed to talk about my work in Peru (on orders of my teacher); I must learn how far that prohibition goes (can I say I've been to Peru? that I've had ayahuasca, ever?). Still, I'm looking forward to it.