Summer activities: visiting the student garden for herbs. They've planted less this summer, no--not many--exuberant zucchini, but a few strawberries, a few tomatoes, lots of basil and thyme, which I don't feel guilty about cutting, since really I'm keeping the plants under control.
Meditation aka Stress Reduction. This is something I believe I first took up in preparation for giving birth. I might be getting better at it (meditation), though I confess that there comes a moment in the tape when I wonder if I couldn't be doing something else with my time. However, part of the purpose is to develop a different relationship with Time, so I'm hanging in there. What do monks do when their right leg, folded over their left leg, falls asleep? Do they really manage to "breathe into it"? Why do I feel I'm a failure when I shift position? (But, I know, part of the purpose is not to feel like a failure: "nothing is good, or bad'). Afterwards, ok, I do feel swept clean of my obsessions, as if I'd had a good session with the dental hygienist.