I’m on my way to see my family for a week this evening. I’m happy to see them, of course, but I know they will make it so hard to keep up with the Challenge.
They accept, more or less, me and my “special” ideas, but they do not really understand or respect boundaries. They have thier habits and I expect I will be often interrupted, but this is part of it: to be able to do what I planned under any circumstances. I’m kind of curious to see what I will do with myself, this time.
I went to Calton Hill one more time this early afternoon, after work. As much as I tried observing everything and everyone, nothing was really noticeble to me. I tried to pay attention to the predominant colours, the people’s mood, the birds flying around but nothing spoke to me.
The usual magpie, living on Calton Hill and always hanging around the top of the same pine tree, looked at me and made me feel very ordinary. Habits can do that. And yet, everyday the magpie is there and it greets me, and it flies in front of me when I take the way back, in a sort of ritual. What is a difference between ritual and habits? It’s a thin line.
Meditation will happen on the plane, or home if I fall asleep (it usually happens when I fly!). More updates tomorrow, from Italy!
