Spirits

Today I think like this: The spirit of the cats is waking me up. Then, for later: This is the spirit of waking up. Then, when I wash a dish, I can think: This is the spirit of washing this dish.

On Saturday I wrote a post that had something about spirits in it. But even on Friday I had another thought about a spirit. A coworker was talking to me, and I was happy to hear him talk about work, because he had the same workman-like manner that my father had. One of the ways I perceived my father was his way of working and talking about work. So on Friday I was thinking: This is the spirit of work which is like my father James.

This morning I went on to think of many other "spirits": The spirit of handling money responsibly, the spirit of being on time, and so on. Even the spirit of expressing myself, which is like writing here.

One day in class Alfredo told us that when he felt low (but had to get going anyway) he thought of himself as a bug, and then later when he was feeling a little better he was a mouse, then successively higher animals until he was a human. So now for myself, since I find a lot of things difficult because they are so many or so voluminous, instead of "washing dishes" I can think "washing this dish".