Keep Calm and Poke The Donut
In two and a half weeks, I will be in Montreal.
YAY!
It's starting to get real.
Moving is inherently stressful. And it's not just realizing how much rubbish you have accumulated over fiften yrs. I have packed clothes for seven months into one checkable bag... so what is all the rest of this stuff for?! It's these kind of thoughts that are stressful! Now I'm wondering about my damn carbon footprint!
Problem is, much as I would like to, I can't just "Poke the Donut" right now. There are boxes to pack, walls to spackle, and cats to deliver to foster parents. Oh and I have a head cold. Woe is me.
In lieu of doing sweet sweet NOTHING, I have turned to the holy trinity of relaxation.. no, not tequila, beer and scotch (medically off limits right now) but Meditation, Acupuncture and Laughter!!
Conventional medicine and my naturopath have actually agreed (when does THAT ever happen!?) that most of my physical ailments originate with stress, so I thought I'd give meditation a whirl.
Repeat after me
Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum
Deepak has become my best friend. I have played "7 Days to Relieve Stress and Anxiety" countless times. Now I'm like one of Pavlov's Dogs.!! The music starts, and I start snoring. Really. Ask Lynda. Apparently it's kinda funny!
Then we have phase two: acupuncture. (I like the pokey theme!)
I was a skeptic. I'll admit it. But so far being a human pin cushion seems to be helping me to get 6-7 hours of continuous sleep a night, which is unheard of!!
Now it's October, and my life is slowly degenerating into a mismatched pile of boxes. My home is a disorganized temporary storage locker.
Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum
Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum, Sum Pratee Hum
poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke
Better, but I need more zen zone!
PHASE 3 - LAUGHTER!
The names of Montreal clubs. There is one called, literally, "Electric Bumbum" ("Foufonne Electriques"). I mean, how can that not be a good time!?
One of the founders of the venue explained how the name was chosen: “Ass. Girls and boys both have one, so it’s not really sexual, and electric sounds dancy, so that’s how the name came about.”
That is just so very FRENCH. I mean it's not like the English don't know that they have an ass (they might not acknowledge that they are one most of the time though). But your butt is just not something to be spoken of. It's to be covered in carefully pressed khackis and concealed from all but your proctologist!
This place is now on the must see list! :)
More laughing, more poking, and hopefully soon more beer. It's a recipe for a happy life, even in the midst of chaos!
It takes a village of gurus, clowns, and brewers to keep me happy and healthy!
I'm off to pack another box.
Namaste.