Reflective...

I'm going to see Get Low at the Rivoli this morning ~ what an absolutely excellent idea, to organize your own funeral before you die. I'll do a bit of a write up about it when I get home this afternoon. Not much else to report except I've been tutoring every day this week and will be again tomorrow, so I'm really going to enjoy just seeing a film and doing a little shopping today. I'm a little reflective this morning as I write. Ive been thinking about how easy it is for us to misunderstand each other and how the more intelligent we are (well, perhaps intelligent is not the correct word) the more complexity we read into things. I often say (and this is true) that the simple escapes me, likewise, I can make things much more complex than they really are. This can make for a difficult life. Several times yesterday I looked at my tiny statue of Buddha. Serene and golden, his eyes gently closed, his hands holding the sacred pearl of wisdom and rested in his lap. I remind myself as I look at him, to remain in touch with my higher self and although the higher self means different things to different people, for me it is my pure (again a loaded word) self, the self I know to be me as set apart from the me projected into the world, or the me that others think they know, or the me people imagine I am. That this self (my mind extends towards the you of you) is misunderstood has caused some grief this week, but I can but only remain who I am, this self, this ever evolving and complex organism.