Mindfulness and Vigilance and Balisongs

I came over here this evening with absolutely nothing to say, and then I opened some messages and found an invitation from a friend to join her at a Tibetan Singing Bowl Meditation session next weekend. We both admitted that this sort of thing is totally out of our comfort zones, which means I’m doing exactly what I need to be doing. I just wadded up my security blanket (it’s yellow with cross-stitched flowers) and threw it into the street. (Figuratively. The blanket is an important part of my hygge. (Come on over. We’ll hygge the hell out of November and beyond.))

I left the house by myself to go to church this morning. While drinking coffee after the service, I unknowingly dropped my knife onto the floor and one of my favorite church members bent over, picked it up, and presented it to me. SO, now I’m the lady who carries a knife to church. (It’s a tiny pocket knife that has been attached to my keys for years, and I really have no idea how it fell off. Really. I really have no idea.) ((I carry it because of the tiny scissors! They come in handy if I put my phone down long enough to knit while I’m driving.))

NOTICE: If you see me at church, don’t screw with me. I’m carrying.

Every blog entry should contain a photo, so here I am posing for Robert Frost.

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
-R.F. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

3 thoughts on “Mindfulness and Vigilance and Balisongs”

  1. Oh, Honey, all the best girls carry knives. Really. I still carry the Swiss Army Knife my husband bought me for Christmas almost 40 years ago.

    The Singing Bowl Meditation is going to be so fine. You will be glad you threw caution (and your security blanket) to the wind and attended.

    And Robert Frost was right. Always.

  2. I have no idea what Singing Bowl Meditation is but I hope you enjoy it. I have a feeling that it would be so far out of my comfort zone that I wouldn’t go, so good for you.

    I also carry a knife. I have a small pocket knife that belonged to my grandfather.

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