Well that was a long period of silence!
I had meant to post so many times over the last few weeks. But life kept surprising me. And I needed to focus on maintaining my footing as it seemed that the very ground itself kept moving, shimmying and quaking.
So I am surfacing not so much because life has quieted down, but because my need for expression has bubbled up. So I offer a few quick glimpses from my life in the midst of madness, mystery and other oddities.
- Just as the emotional side effects of the prednisone significantly calmed down, my doctor had me lower the dosage due to the physical side effects. I had not realized that it was the prednisone that was making me sweat profusely and had me up four or more times a night to pee. The latest lab tests are inconclusive, so I now have a referral to see a rheumatologist. It seems that Eridanus and I will continue our game of leapfrog in our respective medical journeys.
- Apparently my life was not full enough so I have decided to go back to school. I have decided to apply to the Assisi Institute (www.assisiconferences.com) for their certification program in Archetypal Pattern Analysis. It is a two-year program, but my plan is to do it in three years so I can spread out the cost. So on average, I will spend three long weekends a year in Brattleboro, Vermont. Now I have to decide if it was actually a good idea to agree to teach at Cherry Hill this fall. Ai yi yi!
- I have been feverishly working on the issue of life balance these last few weeks. I have been participating in an experiment with one of my favorite bloggers, David Seah (http://davidseah.com). David with the help of his avid readers had been trying to find ways to model, track and maintain balance between various aspects of our lives. I was happily building little balance bots, butterflies and grids as I joined in the fun. I have come to the conclusion that what I needed was not a balance between work and life, or between creativity and conversation – what I needed was a balance between self-nurturance and giving to the world. I want to write more about this topic, so look for some ranting on this in the near future.
- I have been slowly reading a wonderfully dense book called Mysticism by Evelyn Underhill. It has been slow going partly because of the prednisone but also, Underhill packs a lot of punch into every sentence and paragraph. I also want to write more about this topic too.
- I have restarted my (almost) daily yoga practice and weekly walking. Last week, since I was missing my yoga class, I upped my practice to six sun salutations instead of the regular three. It was glorious! Apparently the first three were more like a good warm up. And going past them produced such an incredible rush of endorphins. I could feel it because of how the prednisone allowed me to feel how my muscles responded to each pose. Now I do six salutations daily and as a result I have improved several muscular skeletal issues with my shoulders and hips! Even Dr Z , my (Romulan) chiropractor, was impressed. Yay me!
- I have hit a major snag with the editing of my book. No big deal, I just have to print out another copy because my first reader misplaced hers -- y’know, the one with all her edits and feedback …sigh. Hopefully, I will finish the edit phase real soon. I promise there will be more updates about my book progress as warranted.
And that is it for now. I will try not to wait so long to post here. Although I have been writing, it has been almost entirely in my paper journal or on someone else’s web site.
I definitely want to write more blog posts. I have a lot of ideas, musings and experiences I want share. After all, writing is one of the ways I make sense of life, the universe and everything. So you can expect more wild-eyed rants from this crazed mystic.
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this post is giving me major chills.
Blessings.
A student of mysticism said to his teacher, "I'm confused. Yesterday you told me the way I should searchy. Today you told my friend a very different way. Which is correct?"
The teacher responded, "Some people veer off the path to the left and I tell them 'move to the right.' Others stray too far to the right, so I say 'move to the left."
I'm sorry to hear of Squeaky's passing. I know she and you had the very best that humans and their animal companions can have. May she live in your fond memories.
Love,
Macha
I'm so, so sorry to hear of Squeaky's passing. Much love and healing to you.
Hail Squeaky!
She was a very fine cat, indeed.