Posts Tagged ‘control’

…sun glinting off a river…leather couches.

March 25, 2009

In an altogether awkward, reflective mood today. Had a bad night last night, and a badish morning today. Every now and then these little bubbles of the unpleasant and unexpected pop up, and I wonder where they have come from and when they will go away again.

I also am thinking about my grandmother today. A few days ago my mother emailed me in response to my bump pictures and said, ‘I hope grandma can see you.’ I didn’t know what she was talking about – she was grandma, and hadn’t she just seen all the photos? TMD said, ‘She means YOUR grandma.’ A surge of something came over me – guilt for not remembering, loss for what I/she/TMD/the babies are missing, warmth at her memory.

This morning Chirp wrote to me about my grandmother, out of nowhere – with a quote of what she thinks my grandma would say about all these babies. It made me smile, and tear up a little.

The Polish Catholic part of me, the part of me who just started reading Eat, Pray, Love today (thank you, Tia!), thought for just a second – is this my grandmother trying to come through to me? Twice mentioned in one week after a too long absence? Then the pragmatic part of me briskly slapped me about the face and told me to gather myself in, to be real.

Today I am in the office for a little while in the morning, then lay down/eat lunch for an hour, then travel across the city to go to an afternoon training. It’s in a big, iconic building that every tourist will have seen – right along the river. I’m going to push myself out of the crowded public transport system and wind my way to the river, walking along the banks to go to the training. While it’s a slightly longer route and walking is not my friend these days, I long to see the sun bounce off the river, to see all the crowds, to walk along and marvel that I, plain old Existere from a countryish background in an ordinary backdrop, now live in this (mostly) extraordinary country.

Here’s hoping the sun cooperates.

After the training I’d like to find myself a little hole to curl up in with this book, sometimes reading and sometimes thinking about my very slipped Buddhist practice. My mother and I had a conversation last week where she told me to pray to God with¬† my worries, that everything was out of human control anyway. I said I thought most things were actually our choices, actions, etc.¬† We came to a somewhat happy compromise – an altogether interesting thing to happen when our spiritual views are (I think, anyway) far apart.

But whoever you pray to, whatever you believe or don’t believe, I suspect many things are actually one and the same. TMD’s strong atheism makes me nervous, people who are strongly religious make me nervous. I’m just here on my little island, wondering and curious and hopeful and pessimistic.

All things considered, though, I’m doing okay.

If was was properly blurbing, I would be making incoherant panic sounds!!

October 16, 2008

Oh, God. Feeling a bit jittery this morning thanks to the sheer amount of stuff I need to do. I’m going to be co-facilitating group therapy for children soon, and setting up a group is more difficult than you might think: getting referrals, home visits, planning sessions. On top of that, my normal clinical work seems to be suddenly overflowing.

At work we also share thinking space with each other (just me and Green today), so that means that while I get the bonus of off-loading, I also take on the additional responsiblity of being off-loaded to. Joy is off sick and there have been about a million emergency phone calls re: quite serious stuff with clients, and now I feel slightly overwhelmed.

This is added to by the fact that I go to lunch in 30 minutes, and then am with clients or off site at meetings for the rest of the day. When am I supposed to make all these vip phone calls?

At any rate, I’ve now come and blurbed all this out here. Perhaps it will help me power through the next thirty minutes and be incredibly efficient.

I am also waiting for that call from the head nurse at the clinic, as well as planning for my nano novel. Busy times.