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annie_r she pointed out that many of my posts are locked these days: it's a combination of wanting to limit readership when it comes to Meeting and work affairs, of wanting to balance my openness with discretion when it comes to others privacy.
This morning the Friends LGBTQ group had a message that linked to this American Family Association action alert: http://secure.afa.net/afa/activism/TakeAction.asp?id=374 Writing a message in support of this mayor's support of a Pride parade pulled me out of all my worries about my work performance and change, and had me listening to my heart to compose a meaningful message. That choice of listening to my heart helped ground me, but the motivation came from outside of me. Can i listen to my heart for me? I think i can, and i think it does happen when i journal.
Earlier this week, as i was asking myself what unintentional rituals i was missing from home, i lit on the rituals around waking Christine up. With the three hour time difference and our schedules, it is very hard for me to find a good morning time to touch base with her. I do miss sharing the morning cup of tea with her, and when i return i will likely be even more intentional about stopping my morning buzzing about to be present with her as she wakes up. There's also the somewhat more intentional ritual of sitting and waiting in the dark as i let myself wake up instead of rushing into the morning: that's been hard to carry over as well. In part, i've yet to feel i can really trust the alarms on the EVO. To be more accurate -- trust my setting of the alarms on the EVO.
The new phone is still a bit of a challenge. Reading on it is just fine: most websites seem navigable, etc. Data input is the most awkward bit. The Palm Treo's cut and paste seemed more reliable than the android's, and i'm not yet trained on the long presses needed to trigger the contextual menu, which is where cut and paste show up. I'm just beginning to realize how much i smash my finger into the screen unnecessarily. I'll learn a lighter, more accurate touch with time i hope.
Eating wheat is probably to blame for some of my physiological and energy issues: the trade off, though, of the energy it takes to track down food options that would suit me best, is reasonable on this conference trip. Moderation even in optimization. Thus, yesterday's farmers' market lunch is also this morning's breakfast: roma tomato baguette from La Farm Bakery, blackberries, and a raw milk "Hickory Grove" semi-soft cheese from Chapel Hill Creamery.
annie_r she pointed out that many of my posts are locked these days: it's a combination of wanting to limit readership when it comes to Meeting and work affairs, of wanting to balance my openness with discretion when it comes to others privacy.This morning the Friends LGBTQ group had a message that linked to this American Family Association action alert: http://secure.afa.net/afa/activism/TakeAction.asp?id=374 Writing a message in support of this mayor's support of a Pride parade pulled me out of all my worries about my work performance and change, and had me listening to my heart to compose a meaningful message. That choice of listening to my heart helped ground me, but the motivation came from outside of me. Can i listen to my heart for me? I think i can, and i think it does happen when i journal.
Earlier this week, as i was asking myself what unintentional rituals i was missing from home, i lit on the rituals around waking Christine up. With the three hour time difference and our schedules, it is very hard for me to find a good morning time to touch base with her. I do miss sharing the morning cup of tea with her, and when i return i will likely be even more intentional about stopping my morning buzzing about to be present with her as she wakes up. There's also the somewhat more intentional ritual of sitting and waiting in the dark as i let myself wake up instead of rushing into the morning: that's been hard to carry over as well. In part, i've yet to feel i can really trust the alarms on the EVO. To be more accurate -- trust my setting of the alarms on the EVO.
The new phone is still a bit of a challenge. Reading on it is just fine: most websites seem navigable, etc. Data input is the most awkward bit. The Palm Treo's cut and paste seemed more reliable than the android's, and i'm not yet trained on the long presses needed to trigger the contextual menu, which is where cut and paste show up. I'm just beginning to realize how much i smash my finger into the screen unnecessarily. I'll learn a lighter, more accurate touch with time i hope.
Eating wheat is probably to blame for some of my physiological and energy issues: the trade off, though, of the energy it takes to track down food options that would suit me best, is reasonable on this conference trip. Moderation even in optimization. Thus, yesterday's farmers' market lunch is also this morning's breakfast: roma tomato baguette from La Farm Bakery, blackberries, and a raw milk "Hickory Grove" semi-soft cheese from Chapel Hill Creamery.
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