Saturday, March 10, 2012
I'm telling you there is nothing like the change of seasons to make you appreciate each one more. You just don't get that in SoCal. With the change of seasons comes storms a plenty. I've got hail damage a plenty too. Oh well I wasn't counting on reselling the daewoo. Suddenly the trees have donned blossom wigs and green leaves are emerging in some places. I think it's going to be a whopping bug season with this early spring. I have to tell you though, sunny days in Tennessee, when it's not sweltering are pretty magical. I think it truly affects the populations mental state. You can sense a change in everyone. When those storm clouds roll in, it's like being drowned in gloom suddenly. Most people experience headaches and pain, which is why the studio is often busy on spring storm days. But as soon as those clouds blow out and those negative ions rush over us, it's like you're an inch taller. The storm clouds that rushed out of middle Tennessee after the hail storm were some of the most ferocious I had ever seen but they produced one of the prettiest southern sunsets I have seen yet. There was a freaking rainbow over downtown and so much depth in the sky.
Interestingly Ayurveda has really made seasons changing more pronounced in some ways. I no longer feel slowed down by the darkness of winter. I'm weening myself of ashwahandha and I'm probably going to do a three day cleanse. But probably the coolest thing is I'm suddenly craving very different foods. Corn, pears, dried fruits, beans, goat cheese and berries of all types. All of which are on the Spring Grocery list! What I'm supposed to be eating. It's very magical if that doesn't sound too dramatic.
This week specifically, actually since the hail storm has been very strange energetically. The restaurant near where I work, the centerpiece of the neighborhood I work in, was rocked by a suicide committed on the premises. And as the centerpiece of a neighborhood, the community felt the reverberations. The circumstances are very tragic, shocking and complex and sides are being taken and there's a lot of negativity swirling between the people who knew the individual also. But I'm speaking more about the way the neighborhood felt as a whole afterwards. Haunted in some ways but not literally. Things suddenly slowed down and although there were folks a plenty, loyal customers with a lot of love and healing it stills feels off. I'm not saying I expect anything less but it has been intense to say the least. I think it was the right decision to reopen sooner rather than later, to fill that empty and haunted space with normalcy again because we even felt it in our studio two doors down. And that's a very strange energy to have in a place of healing. But we've all been radiating love and patience and guiding the conscience of our clients. Before judgement think of forgiveness I suppose. Anyway as if that wasn't vague and confusing, I just don't see the point of blathering on about the details.
Practicing forgiveness is much harder than practicing gratitude but they are certainly related to each other. I feel like I have forgiven everyone of any wrong doing and I am thankful for where I am at now because of it. This doesn't mean there is not hurt or that I should necessarily open doors again. Maybe I'll just open a window instead.
