It’s been a busy but interesting weekend.

Towards the end of our yoga session on Friday, while in shavasana, some vivid imagery came to me. The imagery brought with it a strong sense of peace and serenity. I can’t remember ever having such a sense of contentment while meditating–and I’ve been doing directed meditation on and off for just over 15 years. I thought it was an interesting experience at the time and then forgot about it until last night.

That Friday night we went out to Famme Furlane for some dancing and to see a pro show (the pictures above). You might recognise the first couple as the winners of the recent show, America’s Ballroom Challenge. They also just performed on Dancing with the Stars. Both couples were incredible.

As an early celebration for The Girl’s upcoming birthday we went to The Red Violin with a couple of our friends. Our friends really enjoyed this restaurant in the past and suggested that we try it out. Afterwards we did some samba dancing. Unfortunately, there’s only so much of the same type of dancing I can do in one night before my interest wanes.

After we got tired of dancing we sat down and talked over some martinis. I briefly mentioned to the other couple that we’ve had a fairly busy, but nice weekend. I explained that we had our yoga thing on Friday and we’ve picked up a series of lessons on Yoga Nidra that we do on Sundays. L, our female friend, asked about the lessons and what sort of meditation it is.

L is a clairvoyant and teaches The Silva Method, or something similar. The Silva Method is what got me started in meditation and manifesting. L says that some philosophy changes within Silva’s stuff have led her away from being associated with it. I wouldn’t know about that.

Anyway, I started to tell her about my experience on Friday:

L, almost knocking her martini over as she moves closer to hear me better: What did you say?

Me: I said it was the most peaceful experience I’ve ever had.

L: No, no, what did you say you saw?

Me: An image of an *** appeared in front of me. It was pretty cool. I looked at it, it looked back at me. I felt like we could look at each other forever. There was no such thing as time in that moment.

L, now getting visibly excited: I never tell people this unless they mention it first, but there are 2 images that people who have clairvoyant abilities can see. The *** is one of them. Wow!

Me: Um?

L: I’m so happy for you, I could just hug you. Let me hold your hand. Wow!

Me: Um?

L: You’re probably going to notice things starting to happen in your life–things that are not negative, but out of place. Pay attention to them!

Me, discombobulated. Speechless.

So that’s that.

Here’s a picture of Sundance preening Tango’s tail.

I’ve lost touch with all of my friends from the past except for a couple. This is mainly because of the large number of schools and places that I lived as I grew up, and also because of my introverted personality (which was more skewed that way then). I just didn’t need many friends.

Recently through Facebook I ran into a friend that I made when I was 13 or so. We only knew each other for a couple of years, but were fairly close back then. He just sent me a message reminding me that we’ve been out of touch longer than we were alive when we knew each other back then.

The feeling is nostalgic, and happy–that life has been good to both of us over these years. But I’m left with a sense that I’m part of a video montage–a tool that movie makers use to show the passage of time in a very compressed clip of video. I wonder what my montage will be in another 25 years.

My brother posted a baby picture of himself as his Facebook profile photo. I love the pleather jacket.

I figured I’d post one of my own baby pictures too:

And speaking about babies, Tango can keep his name because he’s a confirmed male.

Over the last couple of weeks at work, patients have been getting in the way of our social lives.

Receptionchick and I are the least sociable of the group of us at work. She values her privacy more than I do mine (and I’m pretty serious about anonymity on this blog). Yet the whole group of us are spending more and more time on Facebook–to the point that work is interfering with our socializing.

If you’re on Facebook and worried that your boss might read your stuff there and realize that you’re really not doing work at your desk, this post has some ideas to keep things as private as you need to, although most of the points are overkill.