Dr. Seyyed Hossein Nasr

Guilford College, a Quaker based liberal arts college in Greensboro, is hosting its 18th annual Religious Emphasis Week. Last night, my neighbor and I attended a free lecture on The Heart & Soul of Islam, presented by Dr. Seyyed Hossein Nasr, one of the world's foremost authorities on Islam and Islamic science and spirituality. For the record, he also most likely knows more about Christianity than most Christian scholars.

The talk was fascinating. I can't begin to explain the level of intelligence that oozes from this man. You can't let your mind wander for a moment while he's speaking or you'll be lost. He jumped from poetry to history to theory to present-day political agendas in the blink of an eye to make a single point. He's educated at MIT and Harvard, has written 50 (Think about that...50!) books and is a professor at George Washington University. We spoke to a professor who had lunch with Dr. Nasr and he told us Nasr must have a photographic memory. Dr. Nasr recommended a 1967 text to this man and told him in what journal he'd find it, who it was edited by, and gave him the page number.

The talk was kind of an Islam 101. I, for example, had no idea of the importance of Jesus in Islamic traditions. It was a lot to take in and my head felt like it was spinning by the time the lecture was over.

But we weren't done. Looking at our programs, my neighbor and I noted that a Buddhist meditation was taking place across campus at 9. "Why not?" we said, and drove there. Our timing was perfect and we got there about 5 minutes before the meditation started. It was led by the religion professor at Guilford, a delightful man named Eric, and attended by us and about 9 very young and fresh-faced college kids.

I've always associated Buddhist meditation with chanting, but that's not what this was. We all sat in a circle on pillows and with eyes open, focused on a point on the floor about 5 feet in front of us. Legs crossed, hands on knees. Even through your eyes on focused on a point, that's not where your FOCUS should be. Instead, you concentrate on the area right below your nose where your breath is coming in and out. The idea is to be mindless... to hold no thought... to follow no thought. Just be.

Eric rang a bell to clear the air and then we sat for 20-25 minutes in silence in the dimly lit room. I loved it. I used to meditate with a group years ago and I find it so much easier than meditating alone. I've never done an eyes open meditation though. That took some getting used to but there were very brief patches (lasting about 4 seconds) where I felt like I was "there."

We didn't get home until close to 11. I had been rather so-so on going to either event. I get into my "It's so far away and it's just easier to stay home" mood. But I'm so glad I went.  Intellectually stimulated and spiritually open is not bad for a Thursday night.

Funny Tidbits in Life

Over the past couple of days I've been mentally collecting amusing events that have occurred in the course of everyday life. By themselves none is probably worthy of a full blog entry but I'll just do what writers do, which is to throw them together, call it a collection, and sit back and collect the royalties.  So, enjoy...

  • When Blair and I went out before Christmas with our friends Pam and Michael, we had a discussion about being pampered at certain hotels. I mentioned that the staff on our Alaskan cruise must have been either psychic or else had spy cam's in place. We could leave our cabin for no more than a minute and when we returned, the room would be straightened. The giveaway was always that the toilet paper would be folded in a small V-shape. I mentioned how much I loved coming back to the room to find the v-shaped t.p. The next day at home, I walked into the bathroom to discover Blair had folded all the toilet paper into v-shaped ends.
  • My mom was visiting this week. I had a gift certificate for Banana Republic so we stopped in there. As I came out of the dressing room in various tops, mom's praise grew more effusive. "Oh, that is so beautiful on you." "Oh honey, you are gorgeous in that!" "Oh my God. Look how beautiful you are." People in the dressing rooms around us were quietly throwing up. I was almost buying into the hype until I came out in this bright kelly green tee Mom had insisted I try on. I wasn't wild about the color but Mom raved about how I looked. "Really?" I asked, spinning around. "Well, maybe..." Just then I caught the sales clerks eye. He gave me the once over, a little frown formed on his forehead as he ever-so-slightly shook his head "no".
  • I dropped Mom off at the airport today. As she was checking in, the United clerk informed her the flight was delayed an hour due to mechanical problems. "The flight I came in on  had mechanical problems as well," said Mom. "I know, it's the same flight," said the clerk. She sighed. "They need to stop sending that stupid plane."

That's it. Hope your 2008 has started off with some laughs as well.

Painter's Claw

I am mentally willing my right hand to unclench. It's locked in "painter's claw" as I have spent the better part of the week in the exercise room, painting trim. The original trim was this deep, dark orange (Don't ask. We're not the ones who did it). But it took primer and 3 coats of paint to cover it.  Some panels on the door actually took four coats. At that point I was just a madwoman, flinging white paint at anything that stood still.

Still...it's beautiful. Tonight we move the furniture back in and the room is ready for use.

It's been a good week. Wednesday night, Blair and I went to hear the Trans-Siberian orchestra with our good friends Pam and Michael. The concert started at 8 and we snuck out about 10:30, while they were still playing.

"You know you're getting old when you leave the concert early to beat the traffic," joked Blair.

"Hey, high-five on being first ones out of the parking lot! Whoo-hoo!" we chimed in.

The music was great but very LOUD. There's another sign of aging. The wish that they could tone it down, just a bit. That, and is it really necessary for us to be on our feet? Can't we all just sit down and enjoy the music? (You can see why I've never been much of a concert goer...)

It's a small world. Of the 1100 people at the concert, I bumped into my writer friend Maggie while standing in line in the ladies room. Of all the gin joints in all the world...

Today is a special day. We don't buy fish today but we ARE going into Greensboro and purchasing the tank, stand, gravel, and accruements in anticipation of setting up a happy little fish home. But shhh...it's a surprise. Don't tell the cats.

That's Why They Call Them BEST Friends

As I left the house on Tuesday to run to the post office, I took note of the UPS truck parked across the street. As I pulled away from the curb, the driver jogged up my front walk with a small brown box.

When I got home, I took the box inside. It was from Red Envelope. I wasn't familiar with the company or having ordered anything from them. But as I dug through the packing paper, I came across a beautiful red box and a notecard explaining that the name RedEnvelope "comes from an Asian tradition in which gifts are often presented in a simple red envelope—a timeless symbol of good fortune, love and appreciation."

Enclosed then in a red envelope was a card from my best friend Trisha, congratulating me for all my hard work on the marathon. I opened the box and literally sucked my breath in, taken aback by the stunning necklace contained therein.

I've spent the last 5 minutes attempting to photograph the necklace but given its shiny surface, it's just not going to happen. Let me describe it then as a sterling silver rectangular tag upon which are engraved 3 lines:

I did it!

26.2 miles

December 8th, 2007

The chain upon which it hangs is a delicate, sparkling silver. The best way I can think to describe the necklace as a whole is that it resembles an Army dog tag -- from Tiffany's.  It looks athletic and upscale and I love it. I haven't taken it off since opening  it.  It's one of the best gifts I've ever received.

I look forward to wearing it on many, many future runs.