Thursday, March 9, 2023

 Thursday, March 9, 2023

Driveway Yoga Day!! I was awake at five-thirty when my daily alarm went off. That was a surprise. I had problems falling asleep last night. I wasn't worried about anything; I just was wide awake. Usually, I can fall asleep at any time. I've had other bad moments like the one I had this morning. I have no idea why they happen. I could have gotten up and headed out. I didn't. I got up shortly before six. I dressed for a cold day: long fleece pants and a jacket over my sweatshirt. I took off the jacket the moment I left the house. I would have been sweating if I had kept it on.  

  I didn't want to go too far since I had to feed Elsa before yoga. I made it to three thousand steps. I saw Ann Marie with her dog Tulip walking at a distance. She had said she was interested in my approach to teaching reading and would contact me. I hadn't heard from her. I assumed she was too busy to deal with it.  

    I edited part of the blog post on Grammarly before Scott told me they were ready to start yoga. It was just Yvette, Scott, me in the driveway, and Deb on the phone. I was more agile. I could shift from one position to another more easily. Doing the exercises on Yoga Go, even two days a week, made a difference.

  After yoga, I worked on the blog entry. I record the daily stats in my calendar. I saw that I had an appointment with the dentist today at nine-fifteen. It was already eight-thirty-five. I must take four antibiotic pills before I have any dental work because of my hip implant. I quickly swallowed them and then thought to call the dentist. I didn't have an appointment today. We canceled this one when I was taking antibiotics for my UTI. I didn't have the correct date recorded. 

    The phone rang at eleven; it was Shelly. Today we mostly talked about theories of personality with some interesting results. She said we pay too much attention to what goes on inside us when we should focus on the spiritual realm, where we can access perfect knowledge. I don't know about the spiritual source of all knowledge. I won't argue that it doesn't exist; neither do I accept that it does exist. I certainly don't assume that anything I receive on an intuitive level is automatically good.

   On the other hand, I have had strange experiences when I got an understanding of the human condition through intuition. Also, when doing a healing, I often get information about someone I cannot know. I don't mean something vague like you have a problematic relationship with someone. Who doesn't have a difficult relationship with someone? No, my information was a detailed description of a scene, a room's arrangement, or a person's description. I saw a landscape scene and a person I described in a healig session in real life. I was shocked. While I could see a resemblance to what I had seen, I would never have described the scene or person that way. I was given an image I could describe to someone so they would recognize it.

  Whether the information comes from our unconscious minds or some spiritual source, we are still responsible for filtering it. We can't assume that it's good just because it comes through some little understood process.

   Even if it comes from a 'pure source,' we are not perfect receivers. I am listening to HPR right now. The broadcast cuts off and comes back on. I miss information. My ability to receive this 'message' is affected by HPRs ability to transmit it and my radio's ability to receive it. When receiving information from any source, reconciling all the opposing voices in my psyche, and ensuring they are clear of negative biases is a must. I'm concerned about people who believe whatever they receive through this automatic process must be good information. Scares me to death!

    I had no tutoring appointments today. I just got some steps in and worked on updates. I took one nap. It wasn't very satisfying. Ah, I did get some gardening done. I used my four-inch chain saw on the driveway bush and the backyard bougainvillea bush. I would love to use it on the haole koas lining up against my fence on my neighbor's property, a vacant lot converted into a haole koa farm by nature.

 I texted Margo for advice on dealing with my crepe bush. I love that bush. I hope I don't lose it. I must be the world's worst gardener. I plant weeds, and they don't grow well. Plants that survive unattended along the highway die in my yard. I took shots of the spotted leaves and showed them to the clerk at Farm and Garden. She diagnosed mites and recommended an insecticide. I applied it as directed. I didn't see much difference. I hadn't gone to Margo because I used her for advice more than I shop from her. I finally did text her. She gave me detailed instructions I didn't understand.