This is an exercise in living. My Ideal Day:
I wake up profoundly well rested from a deep, dreamless healing sleep. I rise, in a feeling of grounded peace and equanimity. I meditate for an hour in a state of pure lucidity the energy rising in my from my core, like the sun. I miss Ben, but when I wake up there's a sweet e-mail with a picture from the wonderful life that he's having. I don't know what it is yet, but I know I can trust him. I am driven on this day, like most days with a sustainable feeling of faith and gratitude. I dedicate my meditation to every being. May all our suffering be transformed into peace. My all our hearts be open. May all of our wisdom shine from within.
I walk into a clean kitchen: dishes put a way, tables and counter tops wiped down, grime gone, floor swept and mopped. I feel like a very different person and my environment is the first and foremost clue to how much I' changed.
I weigh myself, and the number is data on a healthy life with well chosen indulgences and plenty of exercise.
Breakfast is healthy and delicious, green apple and cheese on baguette, or stone cut oatmeal, berries, cream and sugar. My gut feels really strong and full of a diverse pack of bacteria.
I love my home, bright, quiet, well located. Near the mountain so I can run. After reading the newspaper, I write for an hour. The ideas, feelings, images, insights flow easily from a clear vision. Why not, they are coming from that place that is me and also everyone. I am remembering my life with some pain, but also joy. I breathe in all the despair and loneliness and alienation that I felt for so many years, and breathe out candour and humour and hope and power. A power that lifts up everyone who reads my words.
I look around my home, so clean and comfortable and fun. Having the money for a cleaning lady, helps, but I'm also effortlessly tidy and I still stick to the basic routines that got me there. I have cultivated the cleaning habit and it's not going anywhere, ever.
Phone rings. It's a fascinating new friend. We're having dinner with our other fascinating friends later on. Cool friends, not narcissists. Real laughter and warmth and reciprocity. I can't believe I have the money to buy them dinner, but I do. Yesterday I got another great residual cheque. My debts are gone I have a stable writing career. Martha is happy and so is my NY publisher.
I've finished that book tour, which went so well. It's such a wonderful feeling to look out into a crowd of people who feel enriched by my writing. And I'm researching for my upcoming trip to Africa.
I have lunch and read for a while, as I've always done. Do a little editing on some of the work I've done recently.
Around 3 p.m. I head out for a run. I feel great. I'm at a healthy weight. I'm running effortlessly and strong. Still doing a little parkour. Ben still thinks I'm hilarious. Only the occasional aches and pains. I return home, settle into a bath, get into my comfy dressing gown. Watch a bit of T.V. Thank God the Trump administration is over! What a relief that people finally shifted the balance of sanity back. Probably won't have quite the same restful sleep tonight after a rich meal. But I'll adapt and find my way back the next day, or the day after that.
Door rings. It's my boyfriend. I'm getting dressed and offer him a drink, but he wants to fool around first, and so do I. I'll get back to this later...
