Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Sparkling Beautiful Sunday

Last weekend was amazingly wonderful. A lot of stuff seems to be amazingly wonderful lately now that I’m making a much more determined effort to put aside ruminations regarding the past and the future. There is so much to enjoy.

Last Friday night, I went to see Jeff for acupuncture, which is always hugely pleasant. The next day, I met not one, but two, of my neighbors from the building next door, where the griller lives. One has lived there for more than 20 years, and seemed delighted to meet a neighbor, and the other has lived there for 13 years, the same number of years I have lived in my current building. I always thought she was mean because she doesn't grin into my kitchen window when she's taking out her trash, but she's nice.

I often get her mail (because Laura is exactly the same thing as Linda, and 551 is exactly the same thing as 555), so we chatted about that, and she also said some other very interesting things, including that she doesn’t like the stuff piled up in the common areas of her building, and that periodically, the fire marshal is notified, and the person who owns the stuff clears some of it out, only for it to pile up again later, which means, at least, that he does take those warnings seriously, so maybe he also takes a request not to grill in a certain location seriously.

I mentioned to Tom that the grill remains in sight, but he said maybe it’s just being stored there, and maybe he’s right. Anyway, there has been no grilling, but even if there is, I’ve had some sort of breakthrough, I think. Along with trying harder not to drift off into the imaginary past and future, I’m putting more attention on my own experience when I’m upset.

When I noticed the grill still hanging around after the alley was cleared out, while I did think, “I may have to do something else about this,” I also consciously inquired into my own experience: How did I feel about seeing the grill? Angry? Agitated? What I felt was something very customary: fear, as a pressure in my chest. I think it’s the fear that someone will take advantage of me and I won’t be able to stand up for myself, or simply fear about having conflict and the danger that may bring.

I’ve been asking myself somewhat frequently these days, “What general emotion am I having? Fear, anger, sorrow, happiness? What exactly does it feel like? How do I know I’m having that feeling?” It is proving to be such a fruitful practice, because it takes the focus off the thing outside myself and how I’m going to struggle to change that external situation or person, and instead helps me to be with myself.

When I turn immediately to how I’m going to get X person to do what I think he or she should do, I’m abandoning myself. My own experience doesn’t get seen at all, and the energy of the emotion, I’m guessing, gets stuck. Then, when I find myself eating a pint of ice cream, I have no idea why. It seems to have come from nowhere, but it’s no doubt something inside me seeking comfort, since I’m not providing myself with comfort and attention—I’ve tuned out my own actual experience completely.

Turning in a detailed way to the concrete experience also makes me feel much more calm, capable and confident, which is somewhat paradoxical, since I’m not even thinking at that moment about how to handle the actual situation. So I am loving this exercise and have found myself almost looking forward to difficulties so I can try it again.

Yesterday was the 21st anniversary, to the day, of the first time I went to Howie’s sitting group.
(Yes, I am the world’s slowest learner.) I was there last night, as I am almost every Tuesday evening, and told him it was our anniversary and thanked him for all he has given me.

Last Saturday morning, I met a third neighbor still, while doing laundry. Jan has lived around the corner for nearly 30 years, with her identical twin. We had a very nice chat. I have so many neighbors on this block alone, and know so few of them to say hello to, so I really appreciated meeting these three friendly people.

After laundry, I went to Rainbow and then cooked up a pile of things, which took well into the evening.

Sunday was even better than Saturday. I’m writing a thing on Freedom from Training Wheels for the Chronicle, so I bestirred myself to Sunday Streets, which featured a car-free stretch from 17th and Third, I believe, to Third and Palou, well into the Bayview neighborhood.

First I hung around Freedom from Training Wheels for a while and watched a bunch of awfully cute little kids rolling up and down on tiny bicycles, which was just as great as you’d imagine. I interviewed one (very) young lady, a person after my own heart who started by making sure I was going to spell her name correctly in the newspaper, and then watched at my elbow as I wrote down her observations to make sure it was, word for word, what she’d said.

Toward the end of the time the streets would be closed to cars, I rode down to Third and Palou. I have never been there on a bike and found it kind of flabbergasting to be seeing so many things in my own city for the first time after living here for nearly 30 years.

I had been standing at Third and Palou for about three minutes marveling over this when a melee broke out, fortunately primarily a shoving match, no sign of weapons, but it was kind of startling how immediately it went from involving two people to involving 30 people, while an announcer at a nearby event pleaded in vain over a P.A. system, “We’re a community, so let’s act like one.”

I headed north again and stopped at a stage where musicians were playing and the bubble lady’s magical bicycle was sending thousands of shimmering spheres into the sunny skies. It was enchanting. I stayed there for quite a while.

Farther north still, but still in the Bayview, there was an outdoor poetry performance underway. It was really a wonderful afternoon. From now on, I’m not going to miss Sunday Streets.

That evening I went to Eugene’s sitting group for the second time in a few weeks. I’ve vowed to get there regularly, where I always see so many people I know and where the energy is so upbeat and welcoming.

2 comments:

J at www.jellyjules.com said...

Wow, what a lovely weekend! I do miss the city sometimes, though I suppose I could BART in and enjoy some of these same things. Just doesn't feel the same when you're coming in from the burbs.

I love our grill, but we have a big enough yard that the smoke doesn't go into anyone's windows, thankfully. I would hate to have my house smell like someone else's food, and even worse, charcoal. Blech.

Good for you for figuring out some of your emotions, for putting some attention there. It's kind of crazy, isn't it? How we can get lost so easily, eat when we're not hungry, lose track of what we're feeling and why...it seems so elemental and simple, and really, it just isn't for a lot of us. Good luck on this journey.

LWA said...

Thanks, J.!