I spent the last two weeks moping about the house and in a wickedly fretful mood. I was woeful that I hadn’t done anything memoir worthy in several days. I was also lamenting that my husband discovered my clandestine activities on Craig’s List. (Despite not using them in several months he was quite vexed at discovering two chairs I sold several weeks back) And finally, I was pondering how to creatively stretch $40 to cover groceries, gas and social activities for the week. Which for the record is quite a challenge! Quite honestly, I was in a terribly cross mood for much longer than I care to admit. I fully recognize that I have absolutely nothing to be sullen about but I was quite wicked none the less. To make matters worse I was angry at myself for being such a wretch since I consider an unpleasant disposition to be completely unacceptable.
Thankfully, the cosmic forces conspired to improve my morose nature and I’m very happy to report it was quite successful. Last Monday I schlepped my fowl mood onto the train, during a miserably rainy afternoon, to hear His Holiness the Dali Lama speak at Centennial Olympic Park Park. I’ve dabbled in Tibetan Buddhism for the last few years and have great respect for His Holiness but after hearing him speak I castaway my fowl mood and have become completely enamored of him. His worldly, benevolent, fiercely intelligent, perspective was very moving to me. If he weren’t a 72 year old spiritual leader sworn to a life of celibacy and I weren’t a happily married woman I would totally date him. No disrespect intended of course but that’s how much I “dig” His Holiness the Dali Lama! But alas, I guess in this life I’m just destined to be a groupie.
Goodbye fretful mood! I have absolutely no use for you on my path to enlightenment!
