Just the facts, to the Max

My Road Trip

This is gonna be just the facts, ma'am, for reasons that should become clear:

time: 10:30 pm approximately.
Location: back in Vedic City, Iowa.
Morning wake up time: 4am, in Utah, which is 2am central time? yeah. Drove the whole day.
Also yesterday, drove the whole day
Also Friday, immediately after class, since class ended at noon... well, I guess first I stayed and helped the teachers pack up, with some other classmates, then we had lunch together. I've become fond of them all. A good bunch.

Then I packed up my room (I'd already started two days prior, so it didn't take to long) and left right after rush hour, getting a few hours of driving in before pulling into a campground.

I have... a lot of stuff to do, now. School starts in a week... ish? week and a half. but my job starts in a few hours, tomorrow morning.

At some later date, once I've compiled it, I may present a partial list, for your mirth and bogglment, at all the things I have that need to get done. The summer teacher training program is the most intense academic program I've been a part of so far, including my rigorous Masters, and even so, I believe I have more to do now, and with less preparation and structure and certainty, that I had over the summer.

Why am I not panicking?
I don't feel like it. Too much hassle.

It's the same as everything else I've been doing, of progressively increasing difficulty: break it down, small steps, do them one at a time, keep chipping away at it. Triage as necessary.

There's an added difficulty that schoolwork doesn't have, where schoolwork is very clearly defined success criteria, rubrics, etc., and life is...well, messy. uncertain. You have to make up your own rules and success criteria, really. Which is not a problem, but it is an additional step, and not an insignificant one.

I'm kind of soaking myself in uplifting spiritual literature these days, powerful speakers, etc, and that's kind of balancing the intensity of the work. That's what I do when I take a break from work, to decompress. I have a million things to do, and I'm going to do them as best I can, which is as well as most, but at the same time I'm very aware of spirit and allowing silence to permeate my actions and the inner voice to direct me.

I feel like the intensity of the work is a good foil for the depth of the spiritual intensity. Where previously my spiritual intensity left me ungrounded, now it is essential to keep me from being ground into the ground, and in that intense alchemy there is a profound integration going on.. Like... spirit is a nail, and the integration of spirit with my experience and life is the nail going into a rock, and when my action was easy, it was kinda like placing the nail in a crevice, or taping it on, it was not in there very deep, and it would keep falling out, but now the intensity of my action is like a rail gun or nail gun shooting that nail into the rock with such force it's stuck there and can be used for load-bearing activities. I'm thinking climbing. climbing seems like addition to this analogy. I'll let you figure out what it symbolizes while I catch some sleep.

good night! ^_^

Really the drive cross country was more like this... but that's not as funny. It was beautiful.