Satori

I met with a hospice volunteer coordinator Friday at 4 PM, after the last 3 PM Friday work-release of the summer. (Excuse me while I shed a brief tear at the passing of summer hours.) I can start the eight-week volunteer training in October. An intense training it is, complete with funeral home visits and exercises to simulate the feelings of losing a loved one. The crazy thing is, it felt right. The interview was one of those precious and rare moments when I just knew--for certain--that I was on the right track. I think that my shiatsu skills are absolutely meant to be used to help souls prepare for death and to help the deceased loved ones to deal with it. And it doesn't feel at all morbid, just right.

Yet for some reason--and despite the weekend being filled with happy gatherings--I've just felt sad lately. I'm off-center. It isn't all day; I'll be cruising along happily through a day when--WHAM!--slapped by causeless sorrow. To be honest, I haven't been diligent about doing my qi gong and meditation of late. Sometimes I have emotional reactions like this when I'm fighting off a bug. Maybe I'll go to bed early just in case.

UPDATE: Definitely fighting a bug.