Long, complicated day.. but somehow still loving my work. despite the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.. Got home very late, tired and worn out.. but slipped into a beutiful evening here.. Diane, Gabe and I had dinner outside in the crisp (crisp in May !) air.. then puttered around the yard,. admiring Diane’s mulching job on her new strawberry plants. (please comment on it.. she’s duley proud of it) While we were admiring the mulch, DIane was telling me more about her weekend with the yoganaughts down at the Abbey. She told me about the groups fun focus on the word ‘drishti’ (or dirsti..).. a word that I think means glance or sight in sanskrit.
concentration—and teaches you to see the world as it really is.
To diane and her yoga friends. dristi also is the awareness of where your concentration is at any moment.. like in a relationship or a conversation.. the focus is on the awareness of where your focus lies (wait.. did that sentence make sense ? ) Yogis try to culture an awareness .. not a control… of the movement of their attention.. it’s like the complete opposite of my ADD brain.. though even thinking abut thinking in that way is fun…
Where are you focusing now ? (I’m talikng to YOU ? ).. are you really paying attention to this blog post.. or are you thinking about going to bed.. or what you have to do tomorrow ?
I’ll leave you to think abotu that.. my drishtis on my pillow…
night folks.. night Sam
-me