I lose things

One of my New Year intentions is to blog for real, which means every day, not just every few months or years. Another is to let my words out into the public mind without being so damned picky about how they are arranged. I need to stop obsessing about syntax. So here’s today’s entry:

I lose things. Usually my phone, which I have already lost this morning, before doing anything but getting up, doing the morning toilet ritual, taking my vitamins, feeding the cat, sweeping the kitchen floor, doing my morning meditation, letting the cat out, making mate, and re-arranging my room, setting up a chair in the corner where I can work undisturbed instead of always being out in the kitchen, where people talk to me even when I’m working on the computer.

Well, that is not so few things, and I can see how somewhere in there my phone simply slipped out of this universe. But it does that too often, which says to me that I am usually not present in my body.

So here’s a new practice: to pay attention to my body and what I am doing. And when I wander, to simply come back to that.

Wishing myself and everyone else good luck!

About Trudi Lee Richards

Author, poet, Spanish-English translator; Activist and community builder. Member of the international Community of Silo's Message (www.silosmessage.net) and its Portland, Oregon and Red Bluff, California communities (www.RedBluffPark.org) Published work includes "On Wings of Intent, a biography of Silo," "Soft Brushes with Death, a Jorge Espinet Primer," "Fish Scribbles," and "Experiences on the Threshold - with Silo's Message." Also publisher and editor of "Human Future," an independent review published in San Francisco, California, from 1989 to 1996. Mother of five grown kids/stepkids and five step grandkids; Long ago graduate of Stanford University; Lives in Portland, Oregon.
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