Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I spent the middle of yesterday doing cosy things. I had lunch with my Buddhist swim buddy at a Thai place she loves to eat, comforted with the suchi like rolls with a crunchy center. We took a long time to eat and catch up. Then I declined going back to her place, two blocks away and instead stopped by the yarn shop and picked out bright yellow and bright lime green yarn so I can get back to my therapy knitting. Then I stopped at the bookstore there, and chatted with two women about "The Other Black Girl", which I loved when I read it. I searched for two old Lisa Gardner mysteries, and John Grisham's new legal thriller, and lugged the two shopping bags back to the car. I came home and read and made dinner of chicken quesadillas and we watched "Seabisquit". I love that movie, just as I loved horse stories as a child. Though my parents couldn't afford riding lessons for me, I made sure my first two kids had lessons starting in kindergarden and first grade. They did western riding for five years, then, when we moved to Colorado, switched to English riding, and our older daughter continued it through college. She was on the equistrian team. I empathasize more with horses and other animals than with people, I sometimes think. The movie is perfectly cast and with the narration by David McCullough, it is a heartfelt experience. I cry a lot anyway these days, but my tears watching the little horse with a big heart are relieving. My Buddhist name, given me when I took my vows over thirty years ago, is "Great heart, silence perserverence". I try to keep my heart open at all times.