A full moon day is a powerful time for transformation and healing. I’ve written before about it being a time to plant the seeds for forgiveness, and to clear the path for creative thoughts.
Last night’s full Moon photographed with my little camera…
In yoga today, after we’d done a meditation “to clear our Karma” our teacher asked how we felt, and she told us she’d picked up that someone in the room – which was packed, we were sitting on the floor mat-to-mat – was supposed to have a bad car crash, but the energy in the room had helped clear it. “Drive carefully!” she said.
In the car park after the class Linda was so delighted to see me (I haven’t been to that yoga center in a while and she hadn’t seen me in the packed room) she got out of her fancy-shmancy BMW sports car to say hello and hug me. It felt good.
While I drove home I thought about all those other people in the room, and why I don’t know them, and wondered why I (and the security guard Wazir), still don’t have many good friends in L.A.
Is it because people in Hollywood are so insincere and phony?
Perhaps we’re rushing around trying to do all those never-ending errands? (Another week and I still haven’t bought the plastic bottle to spray vinegar and soap on the lemon tree, my sweater waits patiently to be taken to the dry cleaner, but I did get to the car wash this afternoon…)
Or maybe we can’t bear the thought of driving across town through all the traffic just to have a glass of wine with a friend? It’s much simpler to go straight home and drink wine in our jammies.
Or there’s simply not enough time to spare for friends. Europeans get four to five weeks leave. We get two.
Or long work hours. I rarely get home before 7pm each night.
Or is it a sign of the times?
- Most people don’t answer their phones. If I phone a friend, I usually get a text message back. The only calls we get to our land line phone are from strangers calling from a political party or a charity who say to me “Hello Mrs Freed how are you today?” to which I say, “solly, I’m the cleaning lady…”
- Have you noticed how many people on Facebook don’t do any more than click the “like” button?
I read a friend of a friend’s Facebook wall post last year. This guy wrote:
“I haven’t written for a few days because I’m devastated to tell you that my beloved wife – – – has taken her own life. Please give me my space, and forgive me if I don’t respond for a while.”
More than one person responded by clicking the like button. If you don’t know what to say, why on earth would you click the like button?
I’ve noticed too many bloggers are clicking the like button on posts and not leaving a comment. I don’t know about you but I feel it’s rude. We all want readers at our blog but I want “readers” not ✔✔’s.
In an earlier post 2012! Blogging awards, and gifts for friends I mentioned sixteen bloggers by name and gave them each a gift for being my blogging buddy. I’d barely posted it when one of the sixteen just ✔clicked the like button without leaving a comment. In our society when you get a gift you usually acknowledge it. I waited for her comment, thinking she was busy and would come back later to read the post. She didn’t. On Facebook there’s an app to “unfriend” someone. She didn’t unfriend me, she pretended to read, which is just plain bloody rude.
I shared this quote and the flower before, but have to share it again:
Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-really-
it is so small- we haven’t time-
and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time
– Georgia O’Keeffe