Not much of anything, but lots of little

This was a week of rest and unrest. I found myself resting whenever I could or should I say when I simply just had to. As much as I fought the self imposed guilt somedays going to bed as soon as I made it into my hotel room after work, I found it was something I needed the most (and lets face it I couldn't stay awake anyway). There was also the passing of two friends; one of those "Mom's" from way back when, that lived on my street who instilled in us neighbourhood kids "a conscience" who had lived a full life and had persevered through life's joys and hardships and the other was someone way, way to many years younger than me, who had never done anyone or anything wrong as far as I could see and I felt life simply ripped him off with thoughts of "that just isn't fair". But I think this wasn't a week where I felt very connected to my prayers, meditations or asking for guidance. At one stage of my life my prayers were usually triggered by red and blue flashing lights in my rear view mirror and more times than not, it was followed by "whew" instead of an "amen". I managed to plan the finish my work out of town ;) so that I could be back for Fridays class and especially Saturdays Tai Chi and fitness which are my reconnection classes which brought me back to my ground zero or should I say "my moving meditations" that calm me down and help me refocus. Now for most normal folks, gasping for breath, dripping with sweat at the end of a class and gauging by the stiffness and pain of the following day isn't what you might consider normal, but it works for me as I'm able to say I gave it my best; for me this is the way I reconnect. I think all things combined , throughout the thoughts and events I'm able to appreciate things more than I did before and as they happen. Robert.