A mission statement

Today, finally a meeting with Moose. An hour long chat on the sun bathed chairs in the lobby. I have been told great things about his wisdom, and that remains to be seen, but a warmer person I haven't met in a while. This is absolutely the person I need to be talking to. He wanted to know about my history, where I came from, my story. I talked politics, college for journalism, Jessie, J. Krishnamurti. It was a wonderful talk and I shared with him what I've been feeling recently, that when I first read 'Think on these things' my mind was full of wonder and excitement, the possibility of a meaning to it all, or at least an idea of what the right questions are. It is the reason I came to Kripalu and up until now I've been pulled by the social aspect.
Being here is what I imagine camp was like for Alex. For me, it's so easy to be absolutely in the know, in demand and spending time with whoever I want. It's amazing, I see the allure. But today Moose put it perfectly:

You have 8 months here. You can decide it will be an ordinary time, or an extraordinary time.

I've never felt this popular, but I already have social skills. This is wonderful for my ego, but I have not been pursuing the deeper self. There are unbelievable resources at my disposal here to understand myself better and begin to find my path in it all.

My next reading will be Mindfulness in Plain English. My meditations have been really good, and I want to know more.

Though today started with the knowledge of $2,000 debt, it has been a wonderful day. I feel invigorated by the idea of clean slate and impetus to start this new lifestyle I feel drawn to. Mom is taking it hard, feeling some empty nest. For whatever reason, she doesn't realize we'll always be connected how we are now only stronger as time goes on. I don't think I've properly expressed my respect and gratitude for her, and this summer was hard because of that little gremlin that tells me to buck authority, assert my independence.

But she's an amazing woman, and I told her 'this is your fault. You raised me to follow my heart.' She knows it, and truthfully would never do anything but support me, but I can understand that it still hurts if she fees like she's losing me. 

It's nice having a place to post.