Somewhat scattered start today with phone calls to UK over Klein family issues; and email; and some travel arrangements up in the air. When we finally got out of the house we had a serious meeting in front of Peet’s Coffee on Solano about the need for routine. We were all three awake in the night, and restless; Maaike had a nightmare. We will remedy it all with rhythm and routine.
So Ewan worked and visited a contact at UC Berkeley, and Maaike and I went up Indian Rock and down Shattuck, to Shambhala, which occupies part of a floor in a huge and pretty austere 50ies building. I made a note of meditation times. Pema Chodron teaches every second Tuesday of the month, which is the day we set off for Fiji.
Back home we immersed ourselves in Maaike’s first home schooling tutorial, on the US of A and its history. We need an atlas; there is a lot to learn. The civil war for instance, and how slavery got abolished. Not to mention contemporary race relations.
Maaike cooked. Stuffed artichokes with delicious dips, and jazzy tofu, seriously. All worth the wait. Life feels more settled tonight.