Tuesday, June 26, 2012
'Tis the season of their Discontent
My acupuncturist thinks my qi would benefit if I would envision a place where I am "most me" and at my happiest. I should do this whenever I feel tense and also when I meditate. I immediately thought of the porch at the Vineyard. I recall of the angle of the sunlight, the smell of the sea and the bayberry, the drone of the mosquitoes. Happy place!
But it's a short jump from that porch to unhappy thoughts. My mind is on the porch, feeling the breeze, and the next instant I'm thinking about the septic tank. We have been stewards of the house for 27 years and I don't think we've ever had it pumped. I remember vaguely that my parents had it done. I believe it is under the yard in back. No telling where the opening is. Probably six feet into the brambles. My mother told me as a child not to play in a certain corner of the yard, but was that the septic tank or the underground root cellar?
If thinking makes it so, I expect a call soon from the tenants, to report that the back yard is bubbling and ripe with odour.