TURBULENCE, IMPERMANENCE, CHOICES – Day 361 and 362 in a year of…

Day 361 – July 24, 2017 @8:20 am

Some days are easier than others but all days are hard. At one time I thought it best not to use that word – hard. I’ve changed my mind. Let’s call a spade a spade. It’s best to face the facts. Life is hard. Days are hard. This morning the sky was overcast, ominous, the trees whipped about by the wind. I felt nature’s turbulence within.

Day 362 – July 25, 2017 @9:34 am

Seems like I’m waking up to Groundhog Day – the same sky and turbulence. The difference is the turbulence is not within me. As I speak the clouds have scattered and the sun is peeking out. Nothing stays the same. In these last days of my year of, I’m ever conscious of our/my shifting world. It has always been so, the impermanence – “transient, evanescent, inconstant.”

In my new state of awareness, I have this feeling that everything and nothing matters. I get to decide which. I am the master/captain of my destiny/ship. I choose everything matters. It is in my genetic code. I am an explorer, a striver and a survivor. I choose life. I choose to make it a good life. This decision gives me direction in every moment. It makes a difference in the days, weeks, months, years to come.

They are not momentous. They are little decisions/changes in little moments.  They make my day just a little easier. I am not monumental. I am but a woman of little stature. I like it.

 

 

LEARNING TO LIVE – day 114 and 115 in a year of…

Day 114 and 115, November 17, 2016 @7:25 pm

img_8230As the day ebbs into afternoon and evening, I feel my energy and my spirit go likewise.  I remind myself that’s the nature of my body and mind sometimes.  The day is getting shorter.  The night casting longer shadows.  I tell myself not to lose heart and do not beat myself up. I can fake it till I make it.  It works to act and behave in a desirable manner.  I have a choice of how to behave for a desired outcome.

I’m sitting here with my keyboard to tap out a few words.  It’s not what l’m liking to do now, but it is my choice.  It would be so easy to just curl up and pull the blanket over my head.  I feel a bit of the early Christmas blues coming on. Are you feeling it – the what to do’s, the what to give and to whom, the how to celebrate and who with?  These are all squirming beneath the surface.  But now I’ve brought them up on top.

Today, I saw the ‘blues’ in our waiter at a restaurant.  The normally energetic, bubbly young man was quiet and clearly not happy.  He was subdued and polite, apologizing in whispers for our long wait.  I felt so much for him.  I wanted to ask if he was alright.  I did not, respecting him.  I wondered if I have absorbed his energy.  I tend to do that.  That is my nature.

I’m sitting, tapping and being aware of my nature.  I’m talking with the Lord.  It is comforting with each tap on a key.  I’m learning from my spiritual teachers. I’m learning to sit and be still with my discomfort.  I’m learning about choices – what is significant and what is not.  I’m learning to live.

 

NOT BIOLOGY ALONE – Day 70 in a year of….

Day 70, September 30, 2016 @8:48 am

shry6065Morning is not a great time to read about a killing and ridding of a body.  I’m starting the day with an ‘ugh’!  It’s a good thing I’m greeted with the cheeriness of autumn sunshine and the splendid hues of yellows and oranges.  I must behave accordingly.  I do have a choice.  I have a mind.  It can over ride my brain.  I am not ruled by biology only.  Think of the reward. Another dollar in the teapot!

My ‘uglies’ have receded somewhat though I feel the tears on the verge of my eyes.  My body cries, nothing is easy and all the other I feel sorry for myself phrases.  I guess I have to let it have its say, too.  We are in this together, my body, my mind and my brain.  We have to respect and cooperate with each other.

My cup of tea is done.  I will/can sit and stay awhile longer till I am finished.The discomfort, the desire to flee has ebbed.  It is tolerable.  I can even feel a sense of peace sitting here discovering my flaws and strengths.  I am inching forward daily.  Another 4 rows on my sweater.  My grapes are now raisins.  One tomato bed cleaned off.  A flash fiction of 100 words for Friday Fictioneers.

Now I have to go and hang up the laundry from last night and plan my day.  What is on your plate?

CHOOSING JOY – Day 46 in a day of…

Day 46, September 6, 2016 @10:49

Days like today are dangerous for falling into moping and feeling sorry for myself.  They are dangerous for wasting time and feeling justified in it.  Oh, I deserve to have a rest and let everything go.  Meanwhile, underneath it all, things gnaw at me.  I do want to … I wonder as to what is stopping me.  I do have a choice.  So I work a little harder in trying to understand myself.  I wonder if I have to understand.  I think about just doing.  After all, all I have to do is move a body part, then another one.

I’m an inspiration seeker – wherever I can find it.  This morning it is from the poet/writer, David Whyte. He writes of joy as “is a meeting place, of deep intentionality and self forgetting”.  It is a little ping, ping moment for me.  I get them often but have mostly laugh them off.  I discard them, not honouring my ability for sensing these gifted pings from the Universe.  But now, I am trusting myself and valuing my senses.  I am listening.  I am setting intentions to create an environment for joy to come.  Not all days are equal.  Some days it is harder to carry out the intentions.

What/how am I going about today?  Now that I have changed my mood and mindset a little, I can see the forest through the trees.  I can think about what’s for dinner, changing the sheets on the bed and bringing out the fall duvet.  It’s none too warm in the morning, though I can see a teenage girl wearing shorts on this first day going to school.  I can clean the deck and bring in my plants .  I have been thinking about that every day but haven’t. There’s tomatoes, hot peppers, squashes, beans and grapes to be harvested.  There’s rhubarb to pick and a crisp to make.  Then there’s art to do.  Oh, a little bird just came to the window.  I felt my heart lighting up. Is that joy?  I will tell you tomorrow.

INSPIRATION AND EXPECTATION – DAY 44 In a year of…

Day 44, Sept. 4, 2016 @7:19 pm

IMG_1628I haven’t changed my time of arrival here.  If anything, I’m arriving later rather than sooner.  I hope to have more words and paragraphs.  I’m hoping for more inspiration.

These days I am dogged by fatigue, sleepiness and pain.  This morning laying in bed, I wondered if I am suffering from fibromyalgia – that vague ailment that many suffer from. I have listened for many years to my mother’s own complaints of aches, pain and fatigue.  I wondered if that is what she has.  Once again I googled ‘fibromyalgia’.  I came to the same conclusions as before.  I don’t know anything more than I did before.  I am not willing to take to take a lot of drugs.  I am highly functional despite my discomfort.  It doesn’t matter what name you give the cluster of symptons so I will not spend a lot of time chasing doctors and IMG_7496diagnosis.

I moved on with life and my day, starting with my qi gong routine.  I breathed and moved, infusing my body with chi.  I put my mind into the gentle movements, knowing that it is not a one time fix.  It is a lifetime of healthy habits.  It need not be a big, big thing.  It is always these small steps we take for ourselves.  They can heal.  They can build muscles in the body and mind.

I did find my inspiration reading Caroline Myss’s August newsletter on inspiration and expectation.  What I got from it was that it is better to inspire or to be inspired than to expect.  Expectation has a sense of entitlement to it.  If we are good, we expect to be rewarded.  But the question is by whom?  This is the part from the newsletter that spoke to me:

“Expectations do not serve you or anyone else. It’s much better to be filled with inspiration than with expectations, as the latter usually disappoints you.

And remember, the idea that there is a right path or a wrong path is a child’s way of thinking. And it leads to the secondary belief that you should be rewarded for taking the right path. Or conversely, challenges that are just ordinary in life would be viewed as proof you made the wrong choice. The very template of right-wrong, good-bad is limited by its nature.

Instead, learn to recognize your motives for making your choices in life. When motivated by fear or money or insecurities, you’ll make choices of equal quality. And those choices will fit the quality of your motivation. It is not God offering or withholding rewards from you. You’re the one who has to live with the consequences of your choices. That, too, is part of the system of law and order in the universe. We are all subject to the consequences of our choices – such is the way of karma.

And so we reflect upon this wisdom: Know yourself, and you will know the Universe. Think of the power you have inside of yourself to determine the quality of your life experiences.”  – Caroline Myss

 

I’D DO THINGS DIFFERENTLY

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It’s a glorious sunny morning.  Sheba and I are out on our daily morning run. It’s really a slow trot with a stop every half block.  It’s exhilarating.  I feel every cell in my being oxygenated and revived.  My spirit soars.

That’s what a little sun can do for me.  I savour the moment, feeling  pleasure all the way down to my toes.  I will remember this on those endless cloudy days when the sky is a grey blanket pressing down on me.  I can choose how I feel.  I will not just wish and say, I’d do things differently.