Why did I read the book Love in the Time of Cholera?
Because Sara, in the movie “Serendipity”, pulled it from her bag, and wrote her number in it, so that, after she sold it to a used book store the next day, Jonathan would have a chance of finding it and contacting her, if fate – serendipity – allowed it.
And her character in the film has always reminded me of the girl I want to be.
So, since she had it for some reason, likely to read it, I thought I’d have it and give it a read.
And I did.
And that isn’t the oddest of reasons I’ve read books, either.
(… just in case you were wondering…)
I have an organized (-ish), color-filled explosion of Indian outfits on my bed and desk chair right now, and it feels, somehow, really, really good.
I’ve never even been to India, but I feel this strong connection to many parts of its culture…, my mom was Indian in her previous life, so perhaps I was, too…, or perhaps she merely passed the culture down to me in this life… ;D
Whatever the case, I’m entirely delighted about these clothes, which is why I still haven’t started putting them away, since I pulled them all out to see for the first time this afternoon. 😛
I’m beginning to feel, after someone asked me about my writing this morning, that the main reason I like and am drawn to writing so much, is that it is an opportunity for me to express myself without being interrupted, put down (directly), or even ignored (noticeably)… I get to be myself and to express myself, no matter who might be nearby.
I’m not sure if I like that or not, though…
I’ll ponder for another day or month or so, and see where it gets me… perhaps it’ll be breathtakingly phenomenal, when I have a breakthrough out of what I find in that pondering.
Sometimes, the best things come out of signing up to do something wonderful that you are terrified to do… so, I’m looking forward to the morning of October 7th, with both nerves and extreme delight.
I watched tonight a lecture from Yogi Bhajan on the matter of being a Teacher, as part of my yoga teacher training.
It really got to me, down deep and all throughout…
The meditation at the end was 11 minutes of a certain exercise and mantra, which began as easy and became very difficult by the end of it (as is often the case)….
… but I broke down in tears for the first few minutes of the meditation, as my body and mind began to process further and to accept what Yogi Bhajan had said in the lecture.
It was so powerful for me, I think, because I am not only just doing this yoga teacher training, but have found myself already being a school teacher these past several years… I am not just here to be a yoga teacher, it seems, but to be a Teacher through and through.
And that scared me.
I think it still does.
Sure, he’s attractive.
But, after all these years, why have we never dated, you want to know?
Because too many of his actions are consistent with ones that would belong to a description of someone defined by our culture as “a douche”.
My family is so amazing, I wish they lived closer together and to me… no one compares to them and to our relationships with one another.
It’s no wonder I always feel like I have almost no friends – none are the kind of friendships I really seek, ones like the bonds with my family members… and the few who are close like family, mostly live extremely far away, not even in a neighboring state (let alone country for some).
It seems I’ve really taken the whole ‘never settle in life’ concept seriously – it’s either spectacular friends or no friends.
But is that really best?