Evening 8/24/07

Sitting on the couch, straight back, ankles crossed, feet resting on a cushion. Breath steady and natural. Thoughts arise about my trip to my home town tomorrow, all the typical thoughts about the town I grew up in. I let the thoughts arise and disperse as they will, trying not to attach to them or allow them to string together. Looking forward to the trip, getting out of town, a change of pace, new scenery, being with family. Vicki is driving from Port Townsend; and we'll both be staying at mom's. Feeling some regret that Beth and I haven't been able to connect the last two weeks -- phone tag, my inner conflict about wanting to stay in Spokane so I might be able to see her and the kids vs. seeing mom and Vicki in Wenatchee, a little guilt. Wondering how my practice will fare in Wenatchee. Will I just let it slide in the excitement of being with family and in a place where I don't feel like I can just plop myself down in the living room and sit like I do in my own home. My practice has been steady and strong lately, the strongest it has ever been. I'd like to think I might be able to sustain it as I make this trip. I will form the intent to do so and take along with me things that will support my intent: a cushion, a blanket, my notebook and laptop. I will not display my practice before my family, just don't want to make them watch me sit; it's pretty boring. So, I'll sit just before bedtime after I have closed the bedroom door and things have sort of settled for the night. As my chin slumps slightly against my chest, wisps of hair brush my cheeks, sleepiness.