I always get nostalgic on Sundays for the comfort of home. Maybe it takes me back to the days we would get ice cream from Highs after church. Probably the best ice cream ever. I would sit in church just thinking about ice cream. We would have a big sunday brunch of pancakes and fruit. Dad would read the horoscopes out of the Washington Post. Predicting our future for the week/year/life. Then we would take a walk with the dogs and check on the other various animals we had at the time. The lush VA mountains would be tainted pink as the sun would set. It just felt so comfortable. Of course we would huddle on the couch and watch 60 minutes, Touched By and Angel and Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. I always wanted Sundays to last forever, un-enthused with the school week ahead.
Now I am in Colorado. I think about home and all the wonderful memories. I spend my Sundays taking a walk on Pearl. Maybe even treating to ice-cream. Listening to the music of the street. Studying Tibetan of course. I have recently treated myself to David Sedaris book since he will be making an appearance in Boulder. Talk about hilarity. I can relate to the big family drama that goes on within his books. I'm currently reading Me Talk Pretty One Day. I highly recommend his books for a good laugh. They create a good balance with all this heavy reading on Buddhism, which I also love, but one has to have a balance.
Tibetan word of the day: ཉི་མ་(Sunday or Sun)
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