msbelle, Headspace has a free trial if you want to try meditation: [link]
I figured out that there was a snafu with the meeting setup and actually found the training I was supposed to be in, so I still get to ignore my inbox this morning.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle, Headspace has a free trial if you want to try meditation: [link]
I figured out that there was a snafu with the meeting setup and actually found the training I was supposed to be in, so I still get to ignore my inbox this morning.
Meditation at least can be short. (Not that I do it, either, but fewer barriers than getting somewhere for any kind of session, whether it's yoga or therapy....)
Speaking of therapy, at my job we just had a commemoration of the Rwanda genocide. Jesus christ, people.
try to be loud and annoy mom, walk back and forth from room to annoy mom, eventually come into room where mom is enjoying electronics and try to get her attention and/or annoy mom.
Oh how I wish this were so not familiar, alas it is still the same at 23. Trying to be miserable enough to change my mind. Sigh.
Meditation at least can be short.
That's true. Literally one minute can be worthwhile. OTOH, I find yoga or tai chi or similar better for getting me out of my head when that is really what I want. Meditation being all about being present in my head which sometimes sucks, you know? But is also good.
You know what i haven't had yet? Coffee. That would probably help with the sense-making.
OTOH, I find yoga or tai chi or similar better for getting me out of my head when that is really what I want. Meditation being all about being present in my head which sometimes sucks, you know? But is also good.
Totally. A physical thing can make me focus on my body, not my head. Even a massage! Although lately, my massage therapist has been really chatty, which sometimes I like and sometimes not so much. It all works out, though -- at least we're talking about interesting non-stressful things.
There are certain prayers and services that can only be said as a community, rather than as individual people, and ten men is what's considered necessary to count as doing it as a community. (Or, it was then. Non-Orthodox Jewish groups now will count women in the ten.)
Ah, okay. So it's something that can only be done with ten men, not something that has to be done when you get to ten.
Somebody explain this to me? Ten Jewish men in the same area triggers the Apocalypse unless they do a service? (Probably not, but that's the first thing I thought of.)
Would still be a really fun Supernatural episode, with the right approach. "No, Dean, no, that's not what it is." "Are you sure, Sammy? Because, you know, weird shit happens." "No."
Ah, okay. So it's something that can only be done with ten men, not something that has to be done when you get to ten.
Right. But it's stuff that you're supposed to do whenever you have the opportunity, so if you usually have nine men, and a tenth is visiting, you're going to get him to be your tenth. (In NYC, outside some of the synagogues in areas that are mostly offices, where there are men who gather each morning to say the prayers, if they're short a couple people, you'll sometimes see one of them out on the sidewalk, trying to guess which of the guys in suits walking by might be Jewish, and trying to get them to come in so they'll have ten. Similar things happen in houses when people are mourning -- you're supposed to say the prayers each night for a week after the funeral, and there are usually lots of people visiting the first few days, but by the time you get to the last day or two, there will sometimes be frantic phone calls made to try to get enough people. For one of my grandfathers, on the last day, one of the men there called home to get his 14-year-old son and one of his friends to come (boys start counting for this when they turn 13) to be the ninth and tenth, and then, after the prayers, the boys were talking to my sister and me, and the father forgot that he'd called them and left without them, so they had to call their mothers to come pick them up.)
Ugh Laura. I am so sorry.
Similar things happen in houses when people are mourning -- you're supposed to say the prayers each night for a week after the funeral, and there are usually lots of people visiting the first few days, but by the time you get to the last day or two, there will sometimes be frantic phone calls made to try to get enough people.
Just like on Mad Men!