Buddhist Menopause and Sleeping in a Sunbeam

I called my mother and told her that I went to a women's circle this evening for Tibetan Buddhists.

"Really? Did you bring a friend? What, are you Buddhist now?"

"Nope," I told her. "I just walked into the room full of Tibetan Buddhists and was like 'hey, how's it goin?'"

"Did you say,'Hey, Buddhists, look at me! I'm a Wiccan!?' Very brave. I would have needed a friend."

"I'm better without a friend. What if the friend does something weird and then I'm embarrassed?"

"True,"said my mother. "Trust no one. I can understand that."

The women's circle was about aging, which really seemed to be about menopause, and turning 50. I was the youngest one there. I wanted to tell them that aging happens from the day you are born. In fact, my little one wanted to come along, and she said,"I can come! I'm aging! I'm aging right now!"

The place is so beautiful, a lovely complex built into the side of the hill, with a meditation room with hardwood floors and windows overlooking the spectacular view. The people were nice, and I would love to go back another time, even though I didn't have much to add on the topic of tibetan buddhist menopause.

My older daughter was terribly sick today, throwing up without ceasing and scaring the hell out of me. I took the afternoon off to sit with her. I bought her gatorade and chicken soup and a redbox movie. In the afternoon, I asked her if she wanted to go for a little walk outside, and she got out of her jammies and into shorts and a teeshirt, and then fell asleep in a sunbeam on the bedroom floor. I thought she had passed out, but she told me no, she just wanted to be in the sun. My poor sweet baby.

I'm tired and running out of gas. More on my exciting life later.

love and light,
your friend,
Mountain