Sacrifices & Grudges

I sacrifice my day off for my medical exam to hopefully get a work permit. The doctor’s office is testing a new computer system, and I am their first patient. I know about new computer systems, so I am okay: With waiting, with error messages, even with explaining one of the staff how their system works. The exam takes over an hour, but it is the most basic of basic. “Is your mental illness under control? - Good.” Fortunately I am examined by a cute doctor.

Then there are X-rays in the hospital and blood samples in the clinic, while Swami Samayananda patiently reads her book. Back in Nelson we have lunch in a cute second hand bookstore and run some more errands. A lot of errands. At the 6PM ferry I am tired tired tired. But I think my sacrifice was big enough. I have earned my work permit…

In this same week, the YDC draws to a close. I am touched by their rose-ceremony, and we all burn our grudges in the fire. And I think: Didn’t I burn these last year too? Then they get their certificates. It is weird to join all other YDC teachers and realise: I actually taught in this amazing program! It is weird to realise that I have been here for 3 months already...

But that means I still have plenty of months to play autoharp by the lake. My own autoharp that is.

Fancy dinner at the YDC soiree

With Guenevere in the Boot Room