Day 61
Timer on…
8 Days to go…I might try to double-up two of the days, so the last day ends up being my Dad’s birthday, which is this Saturday…that would be nice…we’ll see if I can…
Today, I drove to New Paltz, NY, to watch THE TROJAN WOMEN by Euripides; I was co-responding for the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival. It was very well-done, and it was (blessedly) only an hour. The drive today in the snow was not very fun, but…I survived…that’s all that matters. I will have to wake up tomorrow and shovel a foot of snow or more (if more falls tonight).
So…I have covered all of the asanas (poses) with all of their meanings and benefits. I have covered Shatkarma and the Yoga Mudra meanings and benefits. I have covered the prayer flags posted on my Dad’s photo…and I have practiced this series for 61 days (with a couple of give up days, but…all in all…I have made those up and practiced this series, in the hopes that I will have some release from the pain I feel. I think it has occurred…the thing that I’ve learned is that everything is a discipline. Mourning, is, a discipline. That is, I have to practice at dealing with it. I have to practice living with it. I have to practice the way it changes day to day. Basically, I have to live with it because I have to live.
I think these last days should be devoted to the living, and not to the dead. I honor my Dad by living and being the legacy he couldn’t leave in writing or something else that lasts the test of time. His greatest work, he would tell you, was not the cars he fixed, nor the property he bought, but…it was his three children. And…if I want to stop the pain of mourning that I feel; I need to do all the things he loved seeing us do when he was alive: the shows I direct (or perform in), baseball games, looking at beautiful nature and lakes (he would love Sullivan County with all its trees and lakes), and to spoil my nieces and nephew in the way he would have as a grandfather.
That is all for this evening. But, tomorrow, I shall focus on love (as cliché as that sounds…forgive me…)
Timer on…
8 Days to go…I might try to double-up two of the days, so the last day ends up being my Dad’s birthday, which is this Saturday…that would be nice…we’ll see if I can…
Today, I drove to New Paltz, NY, to watch THE TROJAN WOMEN by Euripides; I was co-responding for the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival. It was very well-done, and it was (blessedly) only an hour. The drive today in the snow was not very fun, but…I survived…that’s all that matters. I will have to wake up tomorrow and shovel a foot of snow or more (if more falls tonight).
So…I have covered all of the asanas (poses) with all of their meanings and benefits. I have covered Shatkarma and the Yoga Mudra meanings and benefits. I have covered the prayer flags posted on my Dad’s photo…and I have practiced this series for 61 days (with a couple of give up days, but…all in all…I have made those up and practiced this series, in the hopes that I will have some release from the pain I feel. I think it has occurred…the thing that I’ve learned is that everything is a discipline. Mourning, is, a discipline. That is, I have to practice at dealing with it. I have to practice living with it. I have to practice the way it changes day to day. Basically, I have to live with it because I have to live.
I think these last days should be devoted to the living, and not to the dead. I honor my Dad by living and being the legacy he couldn’t leave in writing or something else that lasts the test of time. His greatest work, he would tell you, was not the cars he fixed, nor the property he bought, but…it was his three children. And…if I want to stop the pain of mourning that I feel; I need to do all the things he loved seeing us do when he was alive: the shows I direct (or perform in), baseball games, looking at beautiful nature and lakes (he would love Sullivan County with all its trees and lakes), and to spoil my nieces and nephew in the way he would have as a grandfather.
That is all for this evening. But, tomorrow, I shall focus on love (as cliché as that sounds…forgive me…)
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