
A lot of stuff.
And not much really.
For example, right now, Im boiling eggs. Not for myself.
I’m working on some paintings. I wish that was going better.

I’m helping get this lot ready to plant after the entire grassy area died from an infestation of grubs, (this is a real thing, apparently. Several people had to reseed due to grubs this year). Lots of raking and weed pulling. It’s a whole thing…
I’m heading to yoga soon.
I’m reading “The Untethered Soul” again.
I wonder if I can keep viewing life from this book-inspired perspective. It’s been helpful. I need to remember to cooperate with myself.
I swear this whole life experience right now seems like an exercise for me with this. The direness of every new ‘problem’ is a slow setup. These are not dire problems, at least not to me, but to others, they are.
Wanting to be respectful, I do my best to feel their importance.
While dodging the heavy energies and remembering that I am an observer, both here in this situation and of my own personal life and my own mental chatter. It’s a great challenge.
Having compassion when it’s really just grass that won’t be green in a month no matter what anyone does.
Just because for me it’s grass that’s been dying and dead for a long while, doesn’t mean that it’s not of grave importance and embarrassment for people who missed the early signs two summers ago. There has been much going on. Plus no one likes to be convinced of things when they are already convinced of other things.
So, what I’m working on, is staying conscious and aware. Remembering that I am simply an observer.
I am not my thoughts.
Not the good ones or the bad ones. I am not my mind or even my body. I witness that these are, but they aren’t me. I witness and observe through my senses, but they aren’t me either.
I’ve thought about this before. When we die and no longer have brains or hearing or sight or touch or taste or smell, what is that like? Who are we without any of these?
Judgement? Not helpful when I’m trying to relax and observe and allow energy to flow through. Clinging to my preferences and opinions isn’t helpful? Nope. It turns out it’s not.
I guess I’m working on relaxing and observing. Sounds simple enough…