Guilt is a hardworking agent, except it always arrives after the effects!
9:10 - reluctantly, a victimized Body transferred herself from the bed to the sofa.
12:00 - Guilt kept her promises of restoration. First she put on a pot of the infamous "diet" soup (kale, red cabbage, beets, carrots, garlic, ginger, turmeric, cumin), and then she made a note of;
-sending Mind to meditation sessions, and perhaps Body to yoga classes
- finding Body a personal trainer with a penchant for old, flabby, achy
-sending Vanity to have her hair and nails done
-taking Body to science, to identify her "issues"
We lived Sunday in the silence of stillness. Complacency, with no one to root for, was nowhere to be seen. Mind tried to redeem herself by digging into helpful literature; The Plan, (a dietary book), The Ageless Woman (one can’t but hope), Ayurveda and the Mind (identifying Body's predominant dosha), Excuse-Me, Your Life Is Waiting, The Ultimate Happiness Prescription (for motivational purposes), and the heart of the Buddha's teaching to keep her in the now, unattached and mindful of impermanence.
Although Mind was the culprit who had flushed 7 days of hard work down the drain, we all understood that Body's minimal progress was too slow for the quick, impatient Mind who exists in a discombobulated world of her own. Thus, we let her read, reflect and read some more, hoping she would find her way to moderation, not a foreign concept, but certainly an unfamiliar practice.
21:45 - once we promised Guilt we will all get back on the Renaissance Horse tomorrow, she agreed not to follow us to bed.
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