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RE-FRAMING

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27097_321356195886_8251743_nWhat a difference a day makes!

I almost bounced out of bed this morning and if I could whistle, I would have.  And what was that difference?  It really wasn’t the weather, though it was sunny and the temperature was still on the minus side.  There was no wind though.  Maybe that was it.

But perhaps it could be that I reframed how I saw my world.  It was a conscious effort on my part.  It really wasn’t much fun being restless, quirky and anxious like I was.  I wasted energy I could not afford.  But I accepted that which I could not change at the time.  I stored and catalogued my experience for future reference.

I found that tiger and put it in my tank and headed out with Sheba for our walk before 9 am.  The morning sunlight IMG_0625warmed our faces.   The trees stood proud and magnificent, stretching out their bare arms to greet the day. What joy it was to see their naked beauty.  And I am reminded again to change the lens I see through from time to time.  There is beauty all around us – all the time.

Energized and inspired, I took advantage of the space and time I found myself and tended to my yard and garden, one little area at a time.  There was pleasure in each moment, the clearing of leaves and winter’s debris.

The rose bush got pruned, one flower bed cleaned and the garden dug.

IMG_0632The rest of the yard still looks like hell, as my neighbour was fond of saying.  Who cares and whose yard was it anyways?  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  Sheba thinks it looks just fine.  And that’s what counts!

 

 

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND

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IMG_0611Today is one of those incredibly beautiful looking days with the sky so blue and the sun so bright.  Even though it is windy, cool and no green visible, you JUST know that spring is around the corner.

IMG_0616Today is also one of those hair-raising days.  There is really nothing wrong, but then you feel that nothing is right either.  I can’t even take a proper ‘selfie’ where I come out looking dead gorgeous.  I look like myself.  It’s what one wants, right?  Yea, right!

Maybe it is just the wind making me restless.  We are famous for that, the wind, that is.  There’s a book written about the wind on the prairies, W. O. Mitchell’s Who Has Seen the Wind.  There’s even a movie made based on the book.  The wind certainly can unsettle me.  There’s nothing to do except bear with this restlessness and remember that, this, too shall pass.

IMG_0617In the meantime I have put this restless energy into motion.  I transplanted the kohlrabi seedings into bigger pots and fertilized the other bedding plants.  I will be ready when the weather warms up.  I will not be behind.  Then I took myself for a walk.  Sheba watched me leave.  Her expression said:  What’s happening?  Just time out, that’s all.

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STUCK

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IMG_0546Here I am, stuck in cool Greysville.  It’s stopped snowing.  It’s stopped drizzling.  But it is still cold and grey.  The dog is restless, barking up an antsy, driving me up a tree.  So we play hide and seek and toss the squeaky toy, but enough is enough!

My tax return is almost done.  I’ve solved a problem or two.  Now what?  I’m stiff and cranky as a bear.  We’ve had one walk.  Best to lay off on another one.  Sheba is still limping a bit.  All that jumping to catch her squeaky isn’t helping.  Oh good, she’s finally had enough.

Is this another version of cabin fever, being stuck?  Too many icky problems has stagnated my Qi.  It is time to realign myself.  Watching Daisy Lee do her routine inspires me.  She is so beautiful and fluid with her movements.

IMG_2104Her surroundings remind me of the beach and pool at Escape3Points, an ecolodge in Ghana.  The memory of it brings sunshine, warmth and sound of the ocean back to me.  I would walk the beach in the mornings and stop at the pool to do my qigong routine.  After, if the tide wasn’t coming in, I would sit in the pool and listen to the quiet. Remembering those times now, I feel somewhat free and unstuck.

THE WONDER IN ME

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IMG_0515I slept in on this 22nd day of April.  It felt great just to let go and luxuriate in the warmth of my bed.  Sheba felt the same in her own bed.

There is no need to be Wonder Woman 24/7.  Missions and disasters can wait.  Others will have to rescue themselves.  Our office is closed today.  We are resting and recuperating.  We have to fix our energy leaks.

Still, we got up, dressed up and have shown up – all in good time.

We are not behind.  We are exactly where we should be.  The turkey soup is back simmering on the stove.  The dishes are washed and put away.  We have walked on the sunny side of streets, rejoicing in the coming of spring.  Surely this time I must be right.

Life is a wonder, n’est pas?

SUNRISE, SUNSET

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Not much sun this morning.  There was no sun at all.  I wondered if the sun still rises on mornings like these.  But still, I felt and saw the sun in my mind’s eye as I did my opening qigong move to the sunrise.  I knew that somewhere behind the clouds and mist, the sun was rising and I greeted it to start the day.

Hello day!  You are here for me to fill as I desire.  It does not matter that it is cloudy.  It is still a gift of time to be well spent in whatever it is that pleases me.  And so I breathe in and I breathe out.  I open my arms to the sky.  I feel the energy flowing through me.  And all is copacetic.

I try to mix the order of my movements between the sunrise and sunset.  Being such a creature of habit, it is not so easy.  There is such a sense of discomfort and resistance.  I breathe in and out and continue to find order within my disorder.  Such is life.  There is so much chaos and it is I who must remain calm and constant.

I came to rest at the sunset, crossing and opening my arms to the sky.  I held the ball of chi in my hands and stepped back in honour and bowed to the ancestors.

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SURPRISED BY JOY

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I have always loved C. S. Lewis’ book, Surprised By Joy ever since I came across it some 40 years plus ago.  It was part of my English 110 class and I have yet to read it.  I have it still.  I love the title and I am sure it is about joy.  What better time to talk about joy than at Thanksgiving?

I believe that joy is that zest that we all have.  It is that quest to learn,  to seek the new.  It is that something  that we were all born with.  It is how we learn to talk, to walk, to do all kinds of wondrous things.  Joy is what Sheba has and is, even in her sleep.  She is always full of joyous, endless energy, happy to see people, wagging her tail in greeting.  She is a constant reminder of how we should greet life.

It is something that we all can have, no matter who we are or what circumstances we are in.  Joyous is something we can choose to be.  Sometimes it is not easy.  Sometimes it is damn hard.  At those times, I have to take a run at it.  I focus, breathe, and take a running leap at it.  I remember those field days in school.  Not being a natural athlete, I try to put in extra effort, bow my head, breathe in and out, run like hell and leap into the sandpit.  I don’t think I won any ribbons but….I participated.

Today is one of those cloudy days that doesn’t do too much for my spirit.  Today is one of those days that I have to take a running leap towards joy.  But just now the sun is peeking out, my bread is poofing in the oven and I’m thinking I might aim my camera out the front door to capture some autumn colours.  I might even rake some leaves.  A girl has to do what she has to do.  And I might be surprised by joy.