Sunday, September 7, 2008


Was MIA, Back Now


Nope, I didn't levitate off the face of the earth (no matter what those ancient wise yogis thought). Hiding under a rock also isn't the explanation for my absence from this blog.

My first week off, I was in Milwaukee for a wedding. It was an emotional experience. Life was at its hardest and at its best when I was living there all those years ago. I was creative; I matured; I did many new, fun, and some scary things. Meeting up with the people who'd watched me grow up, and attending the wedding of a dear, dear cousin and one of the people I admire the most, was empowering and touching all rolled together.

The second week, I was off to San Diego to an ayurvedic retreat. That was an out-of-body experience: some good things, some puzzling, some definitely woo-woo. My takeaways were: twice daily meditation, yoga stretches, and eating a bigger, heavier lunch than dinner. The best part of the experience was the wonderful group of people I met. I laughed, definitely cried, and came away immensely comforted.

Every conference/event I attend, it's never the talks, perks, deals, etc. that make a difference to how much I value the experience. At the end of it, what I remember are the people. I go for the people, even some of whom I haven't met face-to-face yet and some whom I know only as names on a list. And I come away taking them with me in my heart.

The third week off was due to a bunch of "then life happens" stuff: school, activities, bills, chores (read: a Mt. Everest of laundry), food, etc. etc. etc. The weekend was devoted to Le Migraine.

Early this evening, I typed up this blog and then typed up one on Eric Maisel for tomorrow and was about to post them, but I got sidetracked and sorely tempted into watching part one (for the 1000th time) of North & South. (Longtime friends know how this story is going to end.) At the end of the first episode, I said only ten minutes of the 2nd episode. Before I knew it, I was hitting next for the third episode with a mere twinge or two of the conscience. At the end of the third one, I had had to watch the last episode. I mean, you wouldn't want me to toss and turn and not know if Richard Armitage ends up with the girl or not? I mean, you never know. At the 1000th viewing, I could get lucky. Well, never fear for my husband, my friends. RA got his girl, and I got to re-live one of the best love stories on film (a wet Darcy rising from the lake, notwithstanding.)


6 comments:

Shawn Michel de Montaigne said...

My best to your efforts. I hope your time here in SD was pleasant and relaxing and rejuvenating. It's a good town, SD.

I look forward to reading more from you soon!

Anna Campbell said...

Keira, great to have you back! I've been haunting your front step for ages, hoping you'd come out to play. Wow, sounds like you've had an interesting and emotionally significant couple of weeks. Love that all that enlightenment led you back to watching the gorgeous Richard and his beloved. Works for me!

Keira Soleore said...

Salut Shawn. Welcome to my blog, and thanks for your comment. San Diego is such a beautiful city as are the small town further north that cling to the coastline. Would love to live in one of these places.

(((Foanna))), love. It's is SUCH a pleasure to be back in regular online contact with you. I'm sorry for being such a mutton-head as far as posting goes. I was far too involved in all that was going on around me and its effect inside me.

Richard Armitage, yes. (le sigh)

Diane Gaston said...

An ayurvedic retreat? Wow. How interesting. I want to hear more. I'm glad it was a rewarding experience for you.

PJ said...

(((Keira))) glad to have you back with us. The past month sounds wonderful and I too would love to hear more about the retreat. I've missed your blogs but am glad I was able to keep up with your wanderings through Twitter!

Keira Soleore said...

PJ and Diane, I'll have blogs up this week about the ayurvedic retreat and a few others.