I’ve been toying with the idea of exploring “spiritual gatherings” in Santa Fe for the entire time that I’ve been here. Mostly because there is a laundry list of ones to choose from, which is one of the many perks of living in a town full of hippies. Tomorrow morning I shall rise and go. This one may be a little Christian slanted for my tastes but you’ll never know ’til you go. I can’t decide if I’m going to go to the before service meditation. I probably should. Fuck it I’ll go whole hog.
Someone pray for me… please 🙂
I have also entertained the idea of having a technology free day for quite some time. Just because I think it would be a nice pause. Give me time to do things like read real books and to remember to make lunch. Granted, Ev and I have been having plenty of good ‘ol fashion internet free living but I can’t honestly remember a day when I lived in a house with internet that I haven’t looked at Facebook or checked my email, or you know generally trolled the interweb. At least I’m not one of you iPhone mo’ fos. It could be worse. But it could be better. So, tomorrow and every Sunday I’m going to log off. That might take drastic measures to follow through with. But I’ll give it a whirl.
It could be better. That’s sort of my new life mantra. And there may very well be big life changes on my horizon and I want to be sure that I navigate them intentionally. That I spend my free time in a quality way. That I do things that matter. That seems simple but at least for myself I have to force myself to prioritize it.
My boyfriend and I basically spend at least a 1/3 of our time theorizing about ohhh the things that we’re gonna do. Not just have picnics in the park *ahem*, but big things like how to raise a child, how to train a dog and how to find happiness. Tonight he said something along the lines of, “Let’s find a spiritual way together”. That immediately brought me back to that fateful afternoon in a convention center in Kansas City when the wonky eyed president of the Mystical Society told me that based on my choice of rocks and their position that clearly I am discontent because I wasn’t spiritual. I didn’t believe. Maybeee I went into the rock reading with some pessimism and he sensed my hesitation. Maybe he could see into my heathen soul. Maybe his psychic crystal ball revealed that every Sunday morning I sleep in as late as possible avoiding the hours of the Godly. Maybe he was a fucking hoax. You don’t know me… do you.
Well Sir, I don’t feel that I have a gaping hole in my soul. But maybe I’ll find a place be it physical or philosophical to top my spirit off a little. Find my center. I could always use that.
So good night my loves. I’ll see you on Monday.