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Morning all!

Back at work. And no longer with the 'sure it's nearly christmas' excuse, meaning I have to actually WORK. Tho mostly so far I've been trying to remember what the hell I was doing. Ah well, it'll come back to me I'm sure (probably when someone appears demanding something I should have done 2 weeks ago ;p).

Rounded off the holidays yesterday with a quick spin down to Dublin (well, Swords) to see the folk down there. Had a great gossip over tea with Ruth, then we packed the baba into the car and went to Trish's for dinner. Hmm, now she's nearly two, I'll should really stop referring to Coralie as the baba! She's getting very big and chatting away merrily - even picked up some Italian when they were over there for christmas.

Had a lovely evening and the new bit of motorway made the drive back that bit shorter, which was also lovely. Still wrecked today tho.
Right. Work. Woe :/

Organisationaling

Yes, I am getting organised. Well, attempting to. In an effort at distracting myself from Back To Work Blues, I went for a wander at lunchtime, with the aim of buying an address book and some Nice Writing Things for the Great Letter Writing Endeavour.

You know those Stationery Set things you used to get for christmas all the time? The fancy boxes with address book, paper and matching envelopes etc inside? They do not seem to exist anymore :/ After much searching I did manage to find a block of basic lined writing paper tho (the chaos that is my handwriting does really not bear being let loose on unlined paper).
Then I began the search for an address book and thought "hmm, a little diary type thing would be handy", since I have a head like a sieve and never remember where I'm meant to be or when. Somehow this lead to me buying a filofax-type thingy.
Well. OK, a filofax. I really must be getting old. Or at least growing up some. Or possibly just senile.

On the plus side I can now spend the afternoon dodging work by filling in exciting little boxes in the filofax thingy. Ah, the joy that simple pleasures can bring ;)

Also, I have booked room for febmeet, for the traditional time-share arrangement with mivvvv (he sleeps in it at night, I sleep in it by day). The Nice Mr Fail is obviously getting many requests cos as soon as I said 'st giles' he said "17th feb, right?".

See? Organised!
Still knackered tho.

Serendipity? Synchronisity? Coincidence? One of them words

An interesting afternoon, go live journal - in particular being_here, tyrell and thesme_01!
So what am I rambling about now?

Yesterday I spent a good bit of time with a friend who's gone thro a hellish stressful time lately, talking about how meditating, getting back to taoism and using the IChing have really helped her find calm and a more objective perspective on things. It was all very intriguing and left me v. curious, because I could actually see a difference in her just in the past 2 weeks.

Today, a totally unrelated post on elsewhere on lj about dieting turned into a discussion on meditation and taoism, with added helpful links.
Part of it was on how difficult meditating can be. For some it's a fear of what you might find (which I can understand), but for me its mostly been the fact that my brain NEVER STOPS. Seriously, you think I talk a lot? That's only a fraction of whats going on up there. There's even now a special new section of it that constantly makes up lj posts that I never actually get round to posting, of which this was very nearly one.

Anyway, I've generally found meditating/praying/relaxing (as in at the end of yoga/pilates) v. difficult as there are no blanks. Just endless tangents. I was thinking about this on the way to the train, when another tangent went off along the lines of 'what to do with the horse tonight'.

At which point it struck me that, for me, riding Ziggy IS a form of meditation.
I have to clear my mind to some extent of the day's worries before I start - if I go up all stressed and distracted she picks up on it and is, frankly, a bitch to handle.
There are the rituals leading up to riding - mucking out (and if getting rid of horse shit isn't a decent allegory for not bothering about the petty crap in life, I don't know what is), grooming, which relaxes us both and tacking up.
Once on, I have to concentrate entirely on her and focus on what I'm doing - there's little time for niggling work woes when you're manoevering almost a ton of horse in a fairly small arena. Or even in a big open field.
There are associated mantras "Legs back, look up, heels down, hands up", some of which are now so automatic I don't have to actively *think* them anymore, they just go on in the background.
Gradually it all comes together and we can relax and go WHEEEE. And all the petty crap slips into a bit more perspective.

Of course this doesn't entirely stop it coming back to haunt me at 2am, but it certainly helps. I definitely think it keeps me saner and fitter - in body and mind - than I could hope to be without it.

Hmm. Like I said, an interesting afternoon ;)