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Lintel 24 portrays a royal blood letting ceremony. Kinda gross. The kneeling queen is pulling a thorn-laced chord through her tongue. (The kings let their blood from a different place that is better left unmentioned.) Mayan theology is saturated in doctrine of rebirth. This was a ceremony regularly performed by the royal heads of the society to insure the perpetuation of their way of life. It was incredible to see it along with the other lintels and artifacts the museum had on display.
Of course, it was amazing revisiting all the regular wonders; the Rosetta Stone, the Sutton Hoo treasure, and the Elgin Marbles. Gracie's reaction was pretty predictable. She was either in vocal opposition to being buckled into the stroller (like in the photo below), asleep, or happy in her dad's arms.
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We rounded off the visit with a pricey trip to the bookstore. We got a coffee table book with illustrations of the BM's collections, a book regarding the history of idioms (very interesting), and a Jane Austen Cookbook (very cool).

We had Stake Conference this weekend. Its always a nice weekend... no lessons to prepare, only 2 hours of meetings on Sunday, and adult session the night before w/o all the usual kid distractions... This weekend was super great for me. I don't think there was anything really different about it as compared to other Stake Conferences. Maybe I was in a better place in my heart.
The Stake temple night was on Friday. I spent the whole day rushing around making sure to have our Temple clothes ready to go, Gracie ready to be babysat (you know this takes some preparation), something for the sitter to eat for dinner, myself changed, the sitter pickup and debriefed, food packed for us to eat on the way, and Cori picked up from his office. Then we spent a frazzling chunk of the evening fighting the rush hour on the 405. Needless to say, by the time we got there I was a little unnerved. We only missed the first 15 minutes of the chapel session with our Stake and Temple Presidents. So I had a half of an hour to catch my breath. As we prepared for the endowment session, a blanket of relief and calm settled into the seat with me. I came away from the Temple that night so grateful. I felt more happy and self assured than I have felt in a little while. I know this is because of the time we spent with the Lord that night.
The Conference theme was on Temples. I sang in the Stake choir as well as a women's chorus. Cori is so sweet to support me in these choir endeavors every 6 months. Me being in choir = Cori being solo on Gracie duty. We had a sitter for the adult session, but he still had to do the 2 hour Gracithon on Sunday morning. Consequently, I got to sit in peace and quiet, sing, listen and ponder. I was able to look up the scriptures mentioned in the talks without worrying about curious little hands always anxious to tear pages. From where I sat I could look out over the congregation at all of our fellow Saints. From the music to the speakers to our theme, it was completely nourishing.



From the anticipation at the top, to her dad catching her at the bottom... we found a new favorite.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning, Grace and I head to the gym. I drop her off at the kids club and run upstairs. On Mondays and Wednesdays, there is an aerobics class I like to frequent called Turbo Kick Boxing (or TKB to the regulars). If you've ever seen the commercials for Turbo Jam on TV, this is the same program. I LOVE IT! The hour usually passes quickly, and before I know it... I've jabbed, hooked, uppercutted, roundhoused, and danced my way to a happier me. The class isn't offered on Fridays, so I have to resort to other favorite gym activities. Grace and I then get home in time for her morning nap, and I get to shower in peace (an amenity nice enough to get me out to the gym everyday if I could). Of course, things come up and I'm not always able to keep a regimented schedule. Today, for example, Gracie's shift in sleeping patterns (read: non-sleeping patterns) last night led to a late start this morning, and I missed my morning window. C'est la vie, n'est pas? We'll have to find another kind of exercise to do together today so I can keep on track with my fitness resolution. And I'll be looking forward to TKB next Monday morning.
I finished my first read of the year last night. It was completely refreshing. In the words of another critic, "The Alchemist is a beautiful book about magic, dreams and the treasures we seek elsewhere and then find at or doorstep". Coelho uses powerful and transparent symbols- a person's Personal Legend (destiny), the Hand that wrote all things (our Creator), omens, and the Soul of the World. Melchizedek and the Urim and Thummim make an appearance as well. A provocitive tension builds as a simple shepherd faces many not so simple choices to discover and realize his Personal Legend. The narrative is laced with parables and pointed wisdom. It was a good reminder.
There were two ideas that surfaced several times which I loved in particular. First, I believe in the philosophy that all of the events in life are connected. Every experience we have, every person we meet, and every success and failure are part of one great whole. This is something that I have come to love about life. Point in case: It is a miracle that Cori and I were in the same place at the same time for long enough to date and fall in love. And it was a complex string of seemingly unrelated choices, people, successes and failures in both of our lives that brought us there.
Secondly, I am impressed by the belief that when a person is in quest of his Personal Legend, all the forces of the universe conspire in that persons favor to steer him in the right direction and bring ultimate success. There have been plenty of times in my life that I would have argued that his was more idealistic than realistic. But, when I take a look at the big picture, any time I have spent in the valleys has been a means of bringing me to higher peaks.
This was a book that I enjoyed on every level. Intellectually, it was provocative. Spiritually, it was nourishing. Romantically, it was a fairytale.
I don't think we could have asked for a more perfect Christmas this year~ 7 ideal days in and around London with family. I feel like I got the biggest gift of all being able to share my favorite places with everyone. The trip was not with out its little set backs, international travel rarely is, but everyone weathered it well and we did so much. I'll just give some highlights here, with more to follow in future blogs.



