The Tapestry
The other day in yoga, Lisa asked us to close our eyes and visualize our life as a tapestry where all of the events are depicted in vivid colors. On that particular day, I had a vignette depicting me meditating to Purnamadah, a walk through City Park, cleaning off my desk and uncluttering my mind, a not so delightful moment with someone who is not so delightful, and a hug from Tin after he scowled at me for wanting him to come eat. A tall glass of dandelion, parsley, celery, green apple, and ginger juice that Tatjana has made in the Jack LaLanne juicer my mother ordered off of an infomercial and never used and gave to us (add to this the way Tatjana says dandelion – dar dan leon). Picture all these vignettes across a tapestry and they add up to wonder. Take one of them individually and it belies reality.
I must admit having introduced meditation in my life, the anxious thoughts that ramble through my bramble have been picked apart much like the singular conflict of that day and put there, there being on the side, to view, to notice, but not to succumb to. The I Ching master warned me many years ago now in a small apartment overly warm in Shanghai not to think too much in one direction and that is advice I heed. And that makes the tapestry more remarkable because it is those vignettes that I highlighted and sat upon, or wore upon my head, or beat my breasts with, that were ruining the design.