Morning Zoom meditations with Yogi Yogendra Mishra. He is in India. I am in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Chant the mantra out loud, then silently, then lie in Shivasana (corpse pose).
“Om Shanti, om shanti, om shanti. Peace, peace, peace,” he says. “Become the master of your mind, or it will be the master of you.”
It is the Equinox, the time of equal nights and days. Traditional cultures didn’t have atomic clocks, but they were aware of the seasons. They were more scientific than most modern humans, who can’t find north without a GPS.
According to ancient traditions, we are moving into goddess energy – the fecundity of spring. Traditional cultures have their rituals, gods and goddesses, symbolizing the passage of time, the seasons, birth and death. They are in tune with nature.
In Nova Scotia, for a few days in mid-March we have new snow. It is cold. I manage two more skis on the trails near our house: late afternoon on Friday (my late mother’s birthday), then the next morning, Saturday. It will warm up in the afternoon. That will be the end of the skiing, probably for the season.
At noon I head to the Emera Oval with daughter Claire and her son Oscar, age three, for my first and last outdoor skate of the season. The sun is shining. By mid-afternoon it will be well above freezing. Tomorrow will be the last day, or perhaps even this afternoon.
Claire drops me off at my friend’s condo. He has terminal cancer. He is asleep when I arrive. His partner is heading out for a few hours. She gives me some instructions. An RN from Lebanon has arrived on his electric bike.
My friend wakes up and I pass him the latte he requested. He is refreshed and not in pain. I push him around in the wheelchair. We sort and arrange. He gives me some books. I ask about his growing up years in England, his remarkable career in physics, software, management, investing. I take notes.
Donna picks me up in late afternoon. I am tired physically and mentally. We find an Eastern restaurant and dig into a delicious meal. It is spacious, quiet, filled with décor from the Arab world.
On Sunday it is warm, melting. I take out my bike and climb the Fall River Hill. My legs are tired from all the exercise but I want the sun and fresh air. It is too much. I am zonked for the rest of the day. Live and learn. Maybe.
I take the bike out again the next day, Monday, but this time I skip the hills. Oscar comes over with his father Nathan and pushes his little bike around the turning circle, then goes back inside to play with his Paw Patrol vehicles. His language is more sophisticated by the day. He is so alert, aware.
On Tuesday I take the kayak out for the first time with my friend Terry. There is still ice on the lake. We break through some of it. The wind comes up. An eagle circles slowly above our heads. Janet comes back from her first from Chi Gong class. We have a snack on their deck. Pax the German shepherd hangs out.
Later, I help to plan future issues of SILVER and OptiMYz magazines. It is spring, the Equinox. I hear a cardinal. The birds are returning. The goddesses too.
- David Holt is the Editor of Silver magazine and Editor-in-Chief of HUM@Nmedia, the parent brand of these magazines. This is his personal blog for Silver.