The alarm clock, albeit a Zen gong, started ringing at seven. Ugh. I don’t like to wake up before eight. But I had to be at the winery by nine, so there you go. I dragged my sleepy bum out of my cozy bed and sauntered down the stairs for a bowl of Leapin Lemurs cereal. What can I say, the sweet yumminess of gluten-free chocolate-peanut butter cereal clears away the early morning blues.I hurried along, feeding the cats, cleaning the litterbox, and getting myself ready for work. I spent most of the day at the winery while a producer was filming segments for a video. I kept the time to keep things moving along. The last quarter of my day was at my desk busily working through a long line of emails.
When I got home, I changed and went to the gym. On my way, I stopped by my mailbox and opened up a letter from my uncle in Florida. In it was a fantastic photo taken of my parents from the late 60′s or early 70′s. My mom has this huge black chignon or beehive, a little red velvet dress, looking wiped out a la Amy Winehouse style, and she’s sitting on a funky sofa (with colonial images like George Washington on a horse!) next to my dad who looks handsome in a black suit, only his eyes are totally closed. He’s either very, very bored and tuning out his surrounds, or he’s passed out! On the coffee table in front of them are two empty cocktail glasses. I couldn’t stop laughing.
My uncle is hilarious! He included a funny note with the photo. I’m going to have to frame this photo! While it’s funny to see my parents in this era, and questionably sober, it’s also just cool to see them in a moment that’s so honest and real – not perfectly prim, proper and posed. I don’t have any other photo of my parents like this, at all. I do believe it’s now my favorite.
It’s also quite remarkable how much I look like my mom. Aside from the black hair. When I learned that the photo was taken in 1971, it dawned on me that I am four years older than my mom was when that photo was taken. She had an adopted three year old little boy (which explains why they look so spent!) and, they didn’t know it at the time, but their soon-to-be adopted little girl was about to be born. I wasn’t even a thought in the universe for another three years.
I called my mom and learned that she has to now give herself insulin shots. Her voice was hesitant as she mentioned this. I remembered practicing giving oranges insulin shots when my diabetic grandmother was still alive. I knew this day was coming. Her pills never seemed to control her irratic blood sugar. I have worried about this, which is so fitting. My mother spends many waking hours worrying about her children. It’s quite the role reversal, but, I have worried about her diabetes for awhile. But, part of me was a little relieved. I figured the insulin shots might actually make her feel better. This, I decided, was a good thing.
I made a thick and very cheesy two egg omelet stuffed with crab for dinner. I had a very leafy green salad for lunch. So, I was craving protein. I had two organic sausage links with my omelet. I then fixed a cup of Yogi India Spice tea, which is so darn good, with one third of a Dagoba dark chocolate bar. I also ate two Ener-G brand gluten-free donut holes. My sweet tooth was calling.
Alas, I noticed a few ants around my kitchen sink. I was pissed. I spent days cleaning up the kitchen to get rid of the buggers. I kept mumbling under my breath, not again.
I flipped through the latest New Renaissance book shop catalog and dog-eared pages to listings on a couple events I’m interested in attending this fall, including Images & Inspiration from Tibet – a talk and slide show on Heart Essence of the Vast Expanse, a tradition providing many pathways to enlightened being, which is scheduled for Friday, November 7th. Another talk that I marked was Spiritual Discourse with Anam Thubten Rinpoche, a heart-to-heart dharma dialogue and exploration of the truth that is always available to us. This class is scheduled for Thursday, November 13th.
Meantime, I am exploring other spiritual options. This isn’t really to replace my Catholic faith, but to keep my heart, mind and spirit refreshed and fulfilled. I miss going to Mass and feel a void in my life, but I’m taking my own stand. So, because I enjoy the philosophy and spiritual teachings of other faiths, anyway, I have been seeking out other ways to experience spirituality. I had been on hold, spiritually, for awhile now, checked out, even. Perhaps these Tibetan talks will feed my spiritual needs until the Catholic Church decides to be more inclusive to all, including those with celiac disease.