Actually, they aren't balls. They are little square beanbags.
Have you ever wanted to do something, then every time you put your mind to it something comes along to derail you? Yup. For me, it is juggling.
Fifteen years ago, I decided to teach myself to juggle. I had the book and the tools in the form of "Juggling for the Complete Klutz." I was going to surprise Kat and the kids. As soon as they left to visit the in-laws in California, I broke out the book and the bags and started learning. When they returned, I would have something to show them. Then, within a week, my father died. Needless to say, my priorities changed.
Since then, the desire has nagged at me, and I have made a few futile attempts to learn. It never happened.
Flash forward to the future. Having completed Existential Angst Tour 2010 (my yearly retreat to chart a course for the year), I had committed myself to resuming a daily spiritual practice. Not too many years ago, any given day would find me performing the LBRP followed by the Middle Pillar meditation, or spending some time in asana practicing Raja Yoga. But I allowed this thing called "Life" to break my focus. During "The Tour" I determined to resume a daily practice. To that end I made a short list of the spritiual practices that I would like to bring back into my life. Much to my amusement, I watched my pencil write the word "Juggle" on the paper.
I stopped. I thought. I smiled.
So be it.
Once I have learned to juggle, I will turn my attention to something else. Yoga? Tia Chi? Ceremonial Ritual? Who knows......
For now, I will juggle.
(As a side project, I am stuffing the O.T.O. third degree initiation into my head. Horus Oasis has a few members who need to get "killed off" around April or so.....)