pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HELP WANTED Just returned from the optometrist and my dilated eyes are slowly adjusting to this bright world. Whee! The sun is powerful after this procedure, even though I barely reached home before big fat raindrops started splashing all over the lettuce and toilet paper that I was carrying inside with the mail. From Rob Breszny's site HELP WANTED. Practical dreamers with high emotional intelligence needed to become experts in the following subjects: the art of possessing abundant resources without feeling greed or a sense of superiority; the science of cultivating luxurious comfort in a way that does not lead to spiritual sloth; and a knack for enjoying peace and serenity without diluting one's ambition. He is so freaking cool, tells this great story about being on the highway beside a woman in a convertible Jaguar who was so busy talking on her cell phone that she cut him off in traffic and he had to slam on brakes to keep from rear-ending her. She changed lanes again and his immediate response was to yell, especially after she slowed down, pulled up alongside his window, glared at him, and shot him a bird. Then he looked down at this cool origami star that a friend made for him and he was suddenly filled with love instead of rage. He decided that angry Jaguar woman needed this gift more than he did so, so he threw it into her car. The intricate star landed on the seat beside her and she picked it up and looked at it, got the most flabbergasted look on her face. Then she got into the far right lane and slowed down. I love that story, especially because I am prone to road rage when I forget to pay attention. I don't like this attitude that everyone else on the road should be moving at whatever speed is most convenient for me, but I guess I must subconsciously believe this at some level—how else do I explain my irritation when they aren't going as fast as I would like to go in the lane in which I would like for them to be driving? After my grandmother died, I drove home from ICU in a daze at 2 a.m. after spending the past thirty minutes holding her hand as she drew her last breaths. My mother sent me to the store for coffee and coffeecake as soon as I got there, because she knew that people would be coming over as soon as they heard in the morning. The all-night Kroger is beside the hospital and, as I drove by the hospital, the hearse was pulling out with what had to be the body of my grandmother. (Yes, the town is that small.) I loved her and knew she lived to be eighty-six in relatively good health up until a few days before she died, and most of the time I do understand how thankful everyone should be that this was the case, but I lost it when I saw the hearse, just stopped my car right there in the middle of the highway and started sobbing. Now, when I get really irritated at drivers, I try to remember that I currently live in a town with a big cancer center, in a place where many people on the road are sometimes here because someone they love is dying or struggling to live with limited options. And—at least more often than I did this time last year—I just, well, yield, and realize that they are doing the best they can too and maybe there are profound things distracting them from paying attention to the speed limit. Rob B. writes the all-time best horoscopes going and also enlightening books. He imagines the world as a Beauty and Truth Laboratory, a place where you can find beauty everyday if you bother to pay attention. Here's a "sacred advertisement" from his website, take from his book Pronoia (the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings): It's time for the Gratitude Fest. Write thank-you notes to the creatures, both human and otherwise, that have played seminal roles in inspiring you to become yourself. Who have been your guides along the way, both the purposeful teachers and the inadvertent helpers? Who has seen you for who you really are? Who has nudged you in the direction of your fuller destiny and awakened you to your signature truths? Who has loved you very, very well? Have been thinking about that. This list is anything but exhaustive, but here goes, off the top of my head: Creature Guides • And now I have to work on an electronic-publishing policy for work, but can at least do this in the comfort of my own home. 7:56 p.m. - 2005-07-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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