Things, oh there are things galore.
Rev is not feeling as nice as I’d like her to be feeling. I was very concerned by this, but with some rest on her part and meditation on mine (and some really, really great friends), I realized that we’re together, and that all is perfect.
It’s funny, after the European Open I had this thought. It was sort of a non original thought, and sort of an embarrassing thought, though I can’t really pinpoint why I’d classify it as such. It probably has something to do with vulnerability, because I only shy away when it tries to come out of the little black box theatre inside my head. It dawned on me that, very likely, Lisa Frick did not bring her fabulous Hoss home as a puppy and set out to win three world championships with him. No, but I do have a feeling she set out to communicate and have fun with him to the best of her ability.
I mean just a hunch.
And from there I felt the feathers glide down alongside me with ease.
We were there too, and most of the time, I think we still are. But I did get lost, and perhaps a little crushed by some pressure. Wow, is that even an okay thing to say? Why of course. Feels a bit icy on my toes though.
I don’t feel like I am talking about any sort of mental game or mental management. (Silvia’s post was so apropos for my heart…) But then again if you move it to the right just a bit — and, wait, maybe it should go on the other wall — I am certain it all comes out the same. Because what is so neat about any of this, any of it at all, is that sometimes the answers sound really, really different and I get really, really confused because I accidentally asked three people instead of just one. And then I realize how much they all care, and if we strip away all of the dogma, they’re all saying the same thing. And every last word is rooted in love and longing.
Every last word.
All too often I’m blind to that. But the moments of clarity come more and more… well, and less and less. But my money is on the frequency picking up again just when I least expect it.
Sometimes I want to do spoken word poetry, because I would like to say some of these words out loud, in a very specific way. I’m sure they have a thing for that here.
Speaking of school. One of my textbooks is Karen Pryor’s Don’t Shoot the Dog.
We have a main project in the class, a shaping project. You have to teach an animal a trick, basically. I know, what is this awesomeness.
Now to come up with another trick to train. Or five.
So far, yes, I have to calm myself down during lectures. She talks about dogs almost the entire time, because that is what her research is in. And she’s worked with wolves. So I talked to her briefly and may be getting involved with some of the research projects they have going on right now. I’m really excited. Really, really excited. This dual degree thing was a great idea.
A study in roommate milk consumption. Peace.