December 12, 2004
Today was a good day, but this will be short because it is late and I have to get up early to go down to my see my Parole Officer tomorrow.
I went to brunch, and then to the flea market where I bought a watch and a Christmas present, both for cheap. Then I came back and finished the notes on my friend’s screenplay, then took my stamp collage over to another friend’s and scanned it piecemeal into the computer, and returned home to try and reconstitute it on the computer. This is tricky because I have to reduce in size in exact proportion, and my Photoshop is rusty. Computer languages are just like any other language; you forget stuff when you don’t use it, even for just 10 months.
Somewhere in all that I managed to squeeze in 30 minutes of meditation. That’s one of those things I have no idea if I’m doing "right." I know only to lay or sit as still as possible, and clear your mind as much as you can.. Then I took some advice that was given me. I was told if "prayer is talking to God, meditation is listening to God." So I just tried that for a half an hour, and whatever the result was, I enjoyed it.
In fact, I really appreciated my freedom today. Everything was up there on my list of favorite things to do: lunch with a friend, critiquing a good script that I felt I had some good ideas for, working on my art, And two newer activities---meditating and going to a meeting. Needless to say, it’s nice to recite such a wholesome list.
I imagine I’ll have some news tomorrow about how much longer my stay will be in this town. A demain.
MCO 2004
