Day 435: Commitment

Soooooo. I've been missing the blog, and I've just finished a post that took me two or three days to actually get up there and didn't cover even the tip of all that's been going on. So I hereby make a formal commitment to blog daily for the rest of my stay. It doesn't take long. If I'm offline, I can whang it in a word document. Only exception: ashram time. I won't be taking the computer to Val Morin. Any other time, a tiny blog post is doable. 

Yesterday I got to destroy a bathroom in a yoga centre. Beautifully contradictory. I used a crowbar for the first time. Crowbar, hammer, chipping and lifting. Smashing up skinny bits of concrete. No mallet-swinging or actual smashery, but definite destruction. Then I followed it up with two yoga classes, just to balance it out. One was at the Sivananda centre. It was good. The other was at Bodhi, taught by Nicolò. It was excellent. The best Sivananda class I've taken since the TTC, where the swamis I'm thinking of have devoted their whole lives to teaching this stuff. Well done, Bernardi. 

Eugene Meatyard

Today, I finally got my arse along to Pierrefonds public library. What a wonderful place! The non-fiction books are all mixed up, French and English together. I like this very much. And why not, of course, when the majority of the population here is to a large extent bilingual? Why separate? Having said that, I think the fiction is in sections, but I may be wrong. Things to discover. And the temperature is just right. That may sound like something insignificant, but it's actually very fabulous indeed. So very much appreciated.  I was too cold where I was today, too hot outside (lovely as it is). To work, write, blog, think, gently temperate is a very good thing.

Irrelevant leaping dog

My favourite book title of the day? La perversion sexuelle [Sexual Perversion]. Author? Sarah Finger! Genius. Finger is today's Meatyard. Ooh, they should marry! Meatyard-Finger. That's class all wrapped up in a name. I picked up the Idiot's Guide to Fasting. That pleases me too. The idea of a bunch of fuckwits trying to fast, not realising that it mainly involves NOT EATING. I can see them all there with buns: 'So what do we do with these?' Of course there's more to it than that, but it's a nice image. 

Honest conversations. Courage and commitment. Clear words. Authentic shiz, this. I'm impressed, humbled and blessed, whatever the outcome. Seems like for a moment there, I forgot that what's happening is a meditation and thought it was reality. That's one surefire way to mess that shit up. I notice I have swearymouth today. I've curbed it a couple of times. Ah, fuck it. There are days like that. I'll still do.

And there you go. If I stop right now, despite all the other Very Good Things there are in my world today, I've taken a first step.