So, yesterday was the 42nd anniversary of my escape from the womb. At 10:21 AM, in Washington, D.C., on July 25, 1966 my mother gave me perhaps the greatest gift I have ever received - life. Thank you mother, not only for the nine months of gestation that you endured, but the decades of love thereafter as well. It was passing strange this year, as I received more birthday wishes in one day than I had in the past five years. I am not sure what I did to deserve the notoriety (or is it infamy?), but I was really, truly blown away by the number of people who wished me well, and the variety of places where those birhday wishes were posted (one of particular note, from a Twitter pal, is this Bitstrip.
In other news, ravynmaniac has taken posession of a townhouse less than 10 minutes away. She'll be packing and moving some things this weekend while I am in Baltimore doing a Shambhala Art training intensive. Not much else I can say about it really, other than it is good that she found a place that she could afford which will accomodate her needs. I doubt I will begin to sort out my own life until after Warrior Assembly in August.
I am sitting at a table in the third floor "suite" in my friend Cynthia's "old" house. That is, the one she used to live in befoe she bought the one next door. She's renting out room in the house and I suppose that if I were the one moving out I would probably have looked into renting this space. Cynthia lets me crash here for training weekends so I don't have to commute from Frederick every day. At some point I should take her and her mom out to someplace nice for the number of times she's put me up.
This weekend is a Shambhala Art "intensive", which combines the first two levels of Shambhala Art training into a single weekend. I'll post more on this later, but I've been waiting for the opportunity to pursue this particular set of teachings, and tonight's opening talk and exercise was very promising. And yes, in case you're wondering, I have invested and will be investing a good deal of time to pursuing dharmic studies. This is the path upon which I find myself, and it is a path that has brought a great deal of clarity and sanity to my life, even if it has also brought the inability to delude myself as well. It doesn't mean I don't do stupid things or don't try to avoid unpleasant situations - it just means that I can't hide from the fact that I am doing something stupid or avoiding unpleasantness. Frome somewhere in the midst of that wisdom may eventually arise.
Anyway, I should go to bed now. Thank you again to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, or who has wished me well in dealing with the upheavels in my life. Your support helps, it really does.