This morning the winter grass was shining in the sun. I could see the neighborhood roof tops also glistening. I want to do something to save the grass I've been ignoring for so many years. Really our lawn service is only there to keep us from being totally banished from the neighborhood, and to remove snow from our driveway if it snows. The one good thing about snow is that I can't see our grass and feel guilty.
I need a lawn perosn who can work magic, hopefully without the chemicals that are so bad for birds and other living things.
I was supposed to meet with M but she called in sick and I do not need her germs on top of mine. Also I was so hoarse when she called that she was scared as well. Clearly it wasn't meant to be. M is my co writer in the Miracleproject. Too bad she is afraid of facebook.
Luke had to teach this morning. I thought he'd come home about 2:30/3:00 and we'd go out for a little together time /and me getting out of the house time. Obviously we hadn't communicated and he didn't get home until 4. I was mad at him and too tired for an outing. I do not want to be sick again.
We had a fight. I cried and felt all misunderstood. Yoga says, take the witness position. Watch yourself acting out old , useless patterns. The basic conflict here is that Luke works too hard and doesn't leave time for himself, me , our home, our couplehood. He's too tired to really enjoy the grandkids. I used to nag him and I was coming mostly from a selfish place.
Now, even when I carry on, I'm in the witness position. I'm watching and learning. I said my piece quietly. I told him that for his own sake as well as mine that he could have done the same work--and spent less time. Luke did his usual I'm right you're wrong dance. Quietly, I said, I don't buy the dance. Let's take a break.
When we were ready to talk again, things were better. We talked with love and understanding for the other persons veiw point. Luke went upstairs to practice for awhile. We ate dinner together and watched some fun shows on t.v.
Then he practiced again. And I played computer games. All is well.


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