A big event is tiring

Adhisthana, August 2024

I love writing this blog, but I also have a very full life which I enjoy, so I'm not exactly complaining about the lack of time to sit down and write. But I've been meaning to write this for ages - the details may have escaped but impressions remain.

I was a bit less than halfway through my volunteering at Adhisthana when I had the weekend off and went home. After that, I did have another half day off when I visited Former Land Rover Man and Former Bee Lady who live quite nearby - this trip only interrupted by the fact that my car battery was completely dead. Luckily the retreat centre has all sorts of useful gadgets, including a special jump starter for car batteries which was impressively effective. FLRM and FBL were on good form despite FBL's broken wrist. I brought a cake for us all, which was kindly declined because a walk was planned to a place where I was promised cake, only to discover that cake was completely sold out. So we happily ate some of the one I brought.

Apart from that little excursion I worked solidly for eight long days, and sadly only a couple of hours of that were in the kitchen, because they have now recruited more permanent kitchen help. Setting up the barn for meals and drinks involved a lot of moving furniture, food and equipment; setting up rooms as dormitories meant carrying about mattresses, duvets and pillows, and there was lots of preparatory cleaning. 

I found out about all sorts of secret cupboards and storage spaces within the grounds including 'the silos' and 'the swimming pool' (which actually is a swimming pool). Every room was occupied, sometimes in excess of what they normally held - for example, the yoga studio was set up with 14 beds - so I was moved out to one of the cabins used for solitary retreats. It was a beautiful spot with the added bonus that I didn't have to get in line for the showers. 

Then as people started to arrive I was put on reception together with four other people, which I enjoyed a great deal. But my main job throughout the weekend was at the drinks and toast station in the barn - toast at breakfast time and drinks at morning and afternoon tea breaks. This wasn't very tiring work in itself, but the standing up and the long hours and the cumulative effect of working so hard meant that I became more and more weary as the week went on. 

Obviously there was a big team working behind the scenes to stage this event, and we were all wheeled out in front of the masses at the end so that we could be properly thanked. Then, as usual, when it was time for me to go everybody on the team gets to tell me how lovely they think I am, which as ever was pleasing but difficult to sit through. The nicest comment was that it felt as though I'm someone who lives and works there but gets to go away for long periods.

My car wouldn't start again when I was ready to go home, but it was booked in for a routine service anyway the next day. After some thought I decided to drop it at the garage rather than take it home, and it was a good thing I did because it didn't start for them next morning. A new battery, and everything's fine again.

Lola II tempted me to meet her in Banbury the next evening, and we talked non-stop for about five hours and sorted out a lot of admin for an upcoming event (of which more later no doubt). Unfortunately we didn't keep an eye on the time, and while I was only 15 minutes away by train, Lola II's journey home turned into a bit of a marathon. The next day I was off to see mum, and we had a very successful time sorting out all the business that has arisen. 

Since then I've been on a walk with a friend, then another friend came to stay for Saturday night and a really interesting musical event in a local community wood,  I've donated blood, had my boiler serviced, had a first consultation with a Personal Trainer, been to the optician (new glasses are truly eye-wateringly expensive), attended two of my online study groups, played board games, played badminton, and attended Buddhist groups in person (twice). In between all of this I was catching up with all the stuff that had been left unattended while I was volunteering. I think I've nearly caught up, but it feels as though I might easily have missed something.

Volunteering (part 2)

St Mary's Church, Kempley, September 2023

Still working (volunteering) at the retreat centre, and my first day off saw the end of the heatwave and pouring rain. As it happens, Former Landrover Man and Former Bee Lady live quite nearby, and I'd arranged to meet them for for a walk and a pub lunch. First they showed me the progress they had made in the garden, and I wish I'd taken a photo of the flowering beds because they were stunning, and the new pergola glistened with raindrops like strings of lights. The rain was easing off so we went ahead with the walk, but there were still heavy showers on and off. 

Along the way we dropped into a Norman church which has 'the oldest timber roof of any building in England.' There are also magnificent 12th century wall paintings, uncovered in the 19th century - such a treasure in an ordinary little church in the English countryside. We do have some wonderful heritage. And pubs. Cheese! and chocolate cake! I went home for a day and as well as getting through a lot of the boring admin that was waiting for me, I consumed my body weight in chocolate and cheesy Wotsits.

Back in the retreat centre kitchen: catering for large numbers is difficult, especially when it is all vegan and there are people with a wide range of food intolerances. Thankfully no nut allergies, but one coeliac and four gluten-free as well as 'usual' intolerances: soya, onion, garlic and peppers, and also legumes, brassicas, spinach and chilli. The people who have been here the longest have started to object to other things - cooked tomato, too much broccoli. I need to practise cooking quinoa after my attempt ended up like wallpaper paste. I don't bother with quinoa at home, but one of the cooks here made a delicious version - unfortunately it involved rinsing, steaming and roasting so I probably won't bother.

There are a couple of things I might try at home, though. Vegan parmesan made of nutritional yeast, finely ground almonds and salt was very easy. Polenta chips less easy but very good. But the day that the college-trained cook decided to do fajitas using seitan for 'meat' and other components like peppers, guacamole and refried beans took me to the brink. There were 11 non-standard plates needing alternative components and by the time it came to serving up my brain had melted.

On Sunday I was taken off kitchen duty (there were two other people who wanted to cook together) and reported for duty to the laundry room, where the housekeeper hadn't been told I was coming. She was delighted, because a) she had a huge cloth she wanted to fold up and b) there was more Spanish translation, printing and laminating to be done and she really wasn't keen. In the afternoon the work was more physically demanding, including dismantling and cleaning extractor fans and moving furniture to hoover skirting.

Another interesting thing about Sunday was this rally which went right past the end of the access road to the retreat centre. This meant that we weren't allowed in or out for most of the day (not a problem) but there was also significant loud noise several times during the day. Along with some other residents I went to have a look...

Spring in the air

Adhisthana, May 2023

Back from my retreat now, which was the usual mix of bliss and hard reality. I learned quite a bit about the subjects under discussion, but learned more about myself and my creative potential. Intrigued? Just give me a call. And back home I led my local group in our regular evening meeting, which went well but confirmed my preference for running social events rather than 'teaching'.

Meanwhile there have been fun and games at the parents' house with a mysterious glitch that keeps tripping the electricity fuse for the kitchen/garage circuit. Various options are under investigation, so far without a conclusion.

Badminton news - our AGM went without a hitch and I managed to escape without accepting any responsibilities. Our post-pandemic change of management has been excellent, with a new website and much improved communication at no extra cost.

It is time to admit that with the help of a counsellor/therapist, I have for some time been addressing some of my deep-seated insecurities. This has resulted in immense progress towards restoring my confidence in human relationships, to the extent that I managed to create an online dating profile, then actually communicated with others via the dating app, and even went as far as to meet someone in person. I was very apprehensive about this, with all sorts of fearful scenarios presenting themselves, but in the end none of my concerns were justified because he turned out to be such an inappropriate date that it was quite easy to go on a lovely walk and then call it a day. I'm not actually all that interested in starting a relationship (I don't have enough time!) but this has been a big step forward for me.

Before the retreat I managed to visit Former Landrover Man and Former Bee Lady at their country residence, made all the more beautiful by their presence, their hard work on the garden, and the glorious weather. Sunshine persisted through the retreat and into this week, and I have welcomed back Irvin (who made a brief appearance back in February). He's much more well-behaved now, and a delightful character.

Irvin, May 2023

Fortunate times

Riverhill Himalayan Garden, June 2021

Looking back, we have had a lot of dog pictures recently, haven't we? I have more up my sleeve, but it's flowers again today, even though I should have been looking after the lovely Caddie for the weekend. Her regular foster family's plans fell through so she didn't come to me after all.

I was on retreat again last week, and will be going away again soon for another retreat. For the first eight months of this year I have rather overcommitted myself to a variety of retreats and volunteering opportunities through a combination of 'End of Lockdown!' and 'Why Not?' From September onwards I have fewer commitments, although as that time draws nearer it's quite possible I'll start volunteering for things again and fill up those months too.

The retreat was lovely, and I took my tent along for the hottest and driest camping trip ever. Apart from the glorious weather there were workshops for poetry, drawing, collage, mantra chanting and mandala drawing as well as talks, groups and ritual and some walking in the beautiful countryside. It was a more social experience than my last mainly silent retreat. And as an added bonus I managed to visit Bee Lady and Former Landrover Man on the way, although Bee Lady has now stopped keeping bees. FLRM and FBL are both well and we enjoyed a lovely lunch and a short walk.

The main event since coming home was periodontal surgery, which involved local anaesthetic on two different areas followed by cutting through the gum to deep clean the teeth and sew me back up again. I am fairly cowardly when it comes to dentistry, but realised that the extreme shaking was due to the powerful air conditioning being directed at me, and managed to indicate that I was shivering from cold rather than fear. Apparently it all went very well, although I find it very hard to believe that at least twenty years of chronic infection can be cured in this way despite the periodontist's confident prediction. I have a second similar ordeal to endure in about a month's time and then we'll see whether the outcomes are as good as he predicts.

And lastly, I decided it was time to mow the lawn again today and opened the garage door from the garden only to find that the front 'up-and-over' door to the street had been forced open, and there were boot marks on the side door and evidence that they had tried to prise that door open too, but failed. The car wasn't damaged and nothing was taken, so I'm left with a thankful feeling that I got off rather lightly.

Adhisthana, October 2021

Retreat

Adhisthana, October 2021

I've been away on a lovely retreat in the Herefordshire countryside. Because the retreat centre is situated close to where Bee Lady and Landrover Man live, I arranged to drop in on them for lunch before the retreat started. 

I was all ready, packed, sorted, had bought some chocolates as a present for BL and LRM, and was on my way home from a vaccination shift when the car started to sound odd. I stopped, about a mile from home, and discovered that I had a puncture.

First I was cross, mainly with myself, because the garage had pointed out the state of my tyres at my MOT but said they probably had about two to three thousand miles left in them and it was two thousand miles since then. Then I pulled myself together, opened the boot and had a rummage. It's been a very long time since the heady days when I considered myself even slightly competent at manual tasks - with relative wealth comes the ability to delegate unwanted tasks to paid help. Anyway, there was a wheel, a jack and various other bits and pieces including a gadget that turned out to be for getting the fancy bolt covers off the bolts, and the special shaped anti-theft lock nut, so I knuckled down and got started.

No fewer than three people stopped to offer help, and I expect more would have done so except that when the third one turned up I was having a bit of trouble getting the wheel off, so he did it for me and then put the spare on and tightened the bolts and recommended his preferred tyre place in town. Except that it was now 5.02 p.m. and they shut at 4.30. Kwik Fit, however, was still open even though they shut at 5, and I asked them very nicely if they would mind helping, and they did. So I gave them BL and LRM's chocolate, and wrapped up some flowers that had been in my house for a week or so to give to BL and LRM instead.

Bee Lady and Former Landrover Man are very well, and living in a new place with different walks, so we had lunch and did a walk and it was lovely. Then on to the retreat which allowed me to turn off all electronics for nearly a week - no social media, internet, email, nothing. It was like taking life and pressing pause. My only responsibilities were to try and keep and eye on the time and turn up for things like meals and talks, but if I hadn't even done that it would still have been fine.

Coming home and plunging straight back into the modern world after that sort of break can be jarring, so I didn't turn the phone or computer on for a day, but manage to get jobs done in a meditative way, like more pruning, laundry, cooking. While I'd been away Glf had finished the pointing, which looks very fine and makes me happy that there's only one job left in the first round of the LTRP - decorating the porch and downstairs hall.

And then I turned all the gadgets back on, but tried very hard not to go down some of the rabbit holes that suck time out of my life, and I've done quite well so far. I have another retreat booked (at a different centre) in November, to top up my level of chill.