Sunday

Today was an open house.

So yesterday was scrub-a-dub-dub-dub-dub....and I mean everything.  Washed the carpeting by hand. Washed the floors, on my hands and knees.  Cleaned all the baseboards. Vacuumed.  Washed windows.  Clean linens. Lovely bed treatments.  Bathrooms.  Kitchen.  Etc. Etc. Etc.

My house truly looked lovely.

When the realtor came, I felt quite emotional.  I don't even really know why.  Frustrated maybe that the house is taking a while to sell.  Scared maybe that I have not found the perfect house in my price range.  Wondering if in fact there is a perfect house in my price range...

Pema, as in Pema Chodron, shares that if we sit with our emotions, just sit with them, and not let them become anger or drama, that they generally pass in 90 seconds.  I think it takes longer than 90 seconds for me, but otherwise she is right.  If I just sit with my emotion, not getting all caught up in it, or playing my thoughts over and over in my head, then they do indeed pass fairly quickly.

While the open house was 'on', Lea, my beagle, and I drove around for three hours.  First stop was a local harbor where, who knew?!, the ship captains apparently keep treats for dogs who walk by.  My dog was in her glory.  She then slept for most of the rest of the time in the back seat while I periodically drove and parked, drove and parked.

I meditated this morning during the 21-Day Meditation experience that Oprah and Deepak are running.  Love, love, love it.  This is my third one and they are life-changing.  This morning's message was all about hope.  How perfect for me. See, self, the universe is cradling you, even giving you the messages you need.

I am going to relax this evening.  Maybe watch a Robin Williams movie, and remember to give literal or figurative embraces to those I meet to lighten their load.

Namaste.