Don't have a lot of time to talk but things are going pretty well, just concerned that my essays will have to be rushed and a lot of hard work.
I'm also training to be a barman at ULU tommorrow which will be quite scary but should be alright.
Another concern-that I might not make the LARP event this weekend because I'll have to work. Shh, don't tell anyone I said that. What LARP event Mum? No, I'm working hard. Having to work and not LARP even though I said I would guys? Nope, I'm probably coming.
Damn. What is wrong with me? Essentially nothing, I don't KNOW I'm working this weekend so it's all up for grabs, you also have no reason to punish yourself for your own decisions. I'll reap what I sow, the only person who loses out if I have to work even harder for the essays is me. At least I'll have a good weekend out of it.
Oh, and I heard Eddie quote me the other day, she said 'Put responsibility where it belongs'. Although not technically MY quote she did hear it from me. There is hope for the girl yet (not because I'm great but the knowledge I pass onto her of great people is).
Confused? You will be. You will be.
Ram.
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Friday, November 11, 2005
In a (perhaps foolish) attempt to be as cool as 'The Circus' I've added a 'Quote of the day' part to my blog which should change, funnily enough everyday!.
I've obviously not posted here since early October so I'll have to update with quite a bit (You would think).
The most important factor to my (presumed) old school readership is that I now go to meditation meetings at ULU with real Buddhist monks. They teach walking and sitting meditation and the atmosphere is amazing. The problem is that my mind is literaly (as Buddha describes) like a fish thrashing about on the shore. My mind goes nuts! It tries so hard to go off into itself and I have to keep pulling it back. Or I hear something and there is a desire to listen instead of concentrate.
Meditation is exhausting! But so worth it, everything eventually,
Slows
Right
Down.
To the point where you can see intention and action. Emaho.
I might start work behind the bar at ULU soon as well.
But my concerns (of which I tend to voice here) are not really concentrated upon myself, but on my mates. Some of them seem to have gotten into a torpor, or have difficult times ahead. I like to think I am there for all of them, with a patient, understanding attitude. Which I suppose is all I can do. Short of a crazy plan anyway!
As I wrote in my diary, it might seem that my family aren't included in my thoughts about looking after people. But nothing is farther from the truth. Having read Aldous Huxley's 'Island' (amazing by the way) the people of the island say how terms like 'mother' and 'father' are functions and when we grow up to no longer be (so) dependent upon them we must form new relationships with them, on an individual to individual basis and I like to think I have done that. So when I say 'mates' my family is in that.
I wonder if anyone reads this anymore...
Ram.
I've obviously not posted here since early October so I'll have to update with quite a bit (You would think).
The most important factor to my (presumed) old school readership is that I now go to meditation meetings at ULU with real Buddhist monks. They teach walking and sitting meditation and the atmosphere is amazing. The problem is that my mind is literaly (as Buddha describes) like a fish thrashing about on the shore. My mind goes nuts! It tries so hard to go off into itself and I have to keep pulling it back. Or I hear something and there is a desire to listen instead of concentrate.
Meditation is exhausting! But so worth it, everything eventually,
Slows
Right
Down.
To the point where you can see intention and action. Emaho.
I might start work behind the bar at ULU soon as well.
But my concerns (of which I tend to voice here) are not really concentrated upon myself, but on my mates. Some of them seem to have gotten into a torpor, or have difficult times ahead. I like to think I am there for all of them, with a patient, understanding attitude. Which I suppose is all I can do. Short of a crazy plan anyway!
As I wrote in my diary, it might seem that my family aren't included in my thoughts about looking after people. But nothing is farther from the truth. Having read Aldous Huxley's 'Island' (amazing by the way) the people of the island say how terms like 'mother' and 'father' are functions and when we grow up to no longer be (so) dependent upon them we must form new relationships with them, on an individual to individual basis and I like to think I have done that. So when I say 'mates' my family is in that.
I wonder if anyone reads this anymore...
Ram.
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