What was great
about yesterday:
Montreal
Minus 18 degrees.
Minus even colder than fuck
With the wind chill.
I woke up,
Meditated with a book on my head,Bended,
Twisted
And balanced my various spines
In ways that felt
Invigorating
Healing
And interesting.
Lay down and listened
To Krista Tippetinterview Matthew Sanford,
a yoga teacher
who became a paraplegic
when he was thirteen years old.
All my life,
(And I don’t know why),I've been terrified
of spinal cord injuries
while also incredibly fascinated
to hear the stories
of those who find themselves
with such an experience.
What I learned from Matthew
is that even when facedwith unimaginable
trauma
and loss,
Your body will never desert you.
In the meantime,
there is likely
not much use
to fretting over
the specific way
your cells may
or may not
deteriorate.
Krista Tippet’s voice
is soothing and compassionate,filled with love
and exquisite curiosity.
Curiosity
seems to bethe next big thing.
As for this Saturday,
the morning’s next big item
was mailing tie-dyed t. shirts
at the post office.
The post office provides
a tangible adult activitythat makes me feel smug
and brings deep satisfaction
Further smugness awaited
at the Renaissanceof Plaza St-Hubert.
where me
and Maxine,
the belov-ed,
foraged through aisles
of astonishing clothing
and emerged
with astonishing bargains.
Then
the Jean Talon market
generously the Jean Talon market
welcomed me
for apple and
root vegetable shopping;
The market is always
so happy to see me,
withholding judgment
even though I hate cooking.
The vegetables
would not needcooking
that night
because my sweet Caroline
had invited me for dinner.
Over pasta we discussed
all our favourites:Dead Inside Men,
Attachment Wounds,
Youtube Astrologers,
The Bachelor,
Preparing for the future,
Climate Change,
Plus all the virtues
Of culinary rebellion.
Throughout all the evening
the joy was unrestrained.
Sweet Caroline and I
both believein the radical act
of walking
through all weather.
From Rosemont to Mile End,
we entered the wind chill,
colder than fuck
or worse.
At Cagibi,
we recovered our strengthover peanut butter squares,
highly sophisticated,
and impressively surpassing
our geriatric bedtimes.
Thank you, World,
and March 11thfor this beautiful day.
“What was great about today,
And yesterday”
Was inspired by Guru Bram Levinson.
Last week I wrote to Bram
with bitter baggage
about how my family
longed for me to go
to what I had facetiously named
the three-day Oppressive
Happiness Seminar,
because I was not
fulfilling what could be
my Enormous Potential.
Bram was not
entirely convinced
that the (O).
H.S.
contained all the answers,
And from what I understood,
It seems I could
forgo
The (O).
H.S.
And still remain
a relatively
reasonable person.
Relieved, I asked,
“But, Guru Bram,Do tell!
If not the (O).
H.S.
Then what
Is your secret to
Success?”
“Hehe,”
Said G.B.“Authenticity, service.
Keep it positive
And never contribute
To the stream of negative
That seems to be
Everywhere.”
Clearly I will fail
at this most of the time.But here is what was great
About yesterday.
And in the days that come
Whenever I fail,I will try to fail with love
And fail funnier.
The End.
Bram Levinson's Blog
Bram Levinson's Book, The Examined Life
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