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SpringCrocus of Bliss
Apr. 27th, 2020 09:12 pmI think I must have reached a nadir in dream conversations. Last night, I was rude to the Dalai Lama! I had a houseful of people, as I so often do in dreams, and I was trying to keep the place cleaned up. Out in the kitchen, someone had been doing some baking, and had left the counter strewn with flour. Also, there were dabs of butter dotted all over the counter. I was vexed. I contemplated the mess, trying to figure out how best to clean it up. A sponge? No, it would get all greasy. Paper towels? That seemed wasteful, and also I'd waste all that good butter. I decided I should scrape it all up and store it for future cooking. After all, it's still quarantine and I might need it.
It was then that the Dalai Lama appeared at my elbow and surveyed the scene. "Ah, this is hoarding mentality," he said in his soft, slightly accented voice. "Until you have detached mind, will never have clean house." I scowled at him. "Oh, so that's your advice?" I yelled. "Now you're gonna give me some of your dumb-ass Eastern wisdom that will be NO HELP AT ALL for getting the butter off my kitchen counter!" Sigh. He comes all the way out here to give me advice, and I just yell at him. Not very enlightened of me. He was probably right, too. Until I have detached mind, chances are I never will have a clean house.
I realized that this time last year, I had just finished clearing all my mother's possessions out of her room. I think I'd better give myself a preemptive free pass for the next month and a half. Maybe that's what my dream DL was trying to tell me. I need a clean house in my mind. Never mind about saving all the butter.
In real life conversations, we had a lovely Facetime chat with Deb and the Prussian. Deb has made 210 masks to donate, so far. Deb's brother is continuing to get better. He got moved out of the ICU he was in to a specialized rehab hospital. He got the parade walk you see on TV, where they line up and cheer when someone makes it out alive. He still has a long way to go, but there is daylight ahead. I'm so relieved and amazed! Deb was thanking us for our support, and I forgot to tell her that I'd been thinking about last year, and what a lifeline she and the Prussian were to us then! Just to walk into their house and be welcomed, to be able to eat a healthy meal, have a drink, and speak freely, was a huge blessing. I hope those good times can return one of these days.
It was then that the Dalai Lama appeared at my elbow and surveyed the scene. "Ah, this is hoarding mentality," he said in his soft, slightly accented voice. "Until you have detached mind, will never have clean house." I scowled at him. "Oh, so that's your advice?" I yelled. "Now you're gonna give me some of your dumb-ass Eastern wisdom that will be NO HELP AT ALL for getting the butter off my kitchen counter!" Sigh. He comes all the way out here to give me advice, and I just yell at him. Not very enlightened of me. He was probably right, too. Until I have detached mind, chances are I never will have a clean house.
I realized that this time last year, I had just finished clearing all my mother's possessions out of her room. I think I'd better give myself a preemptive free pass for the next month and a half. Maybe that's what my dream DL was trying to tell me. I need a clean house in my mind. Never mind about saving all the butter.
In real life conversations, we had a lovely Facetime chat with Deb and the Prussian. Deb has made 210 masks to donate, so far. Deb's brother is continuing to get better. He got moved out of the ICU he was in to a specialized rehab hospital. He got the parade walk you see on TV, where they line up and cheer when someone makes it out alive. He still has a long way to go, but there is daylight ahead. I'm so relieved and amazed! Deb was thanking us for our support, and I forgot to tell her that I'd been thinking about last year, and what a lifeline she and the Prussian were to us then! Just to walk into their house and be welcomed, to be able to eat a healthy meal, have a drink, and speak freely, was a huge blessing. I hope those good times can return one of these days.
