My goal is to be a whole lot more like my dogs, able to live in the moment and just be grateful.
I must say, dear souls, that the Resilience Summit with Rick Hanson is quite enjoyable! The link is likely on the Greater Good Science Center site if anyone is interested. It runs from March 19-23 but is using videos that can be watched at your convenience rather than a real time thing.
Today, we are again with the snow! It is pretty, but I am ready for spring and other prettiness.
I do not know if “wonderful things” come in threes, too, but if so then number two h...
I do not know if “wonderful things” come in threes, too, but if so then number two happened yesterday! We got news that the place my husband works is giving everyone a 2% pay raise starting in June! While not a huge amount, it is very unexpected. He was warned when he hired on that raises were very rare and might be ten years out, so this is awesome!
So now I am excited to see what Number Three might be…though I am perfectly willing to just have wonderful things keep right on happening!
And the truth is…they DO. Every day. It is just that when they happen like this, we tend to pay more attention and feel like we are on a treasure hunt for wonderful things. 😊
The ability to let go and allow life to unfold without thinking I need to control anything but me.
The parts that cause pain, perhaps? This has been a hard lesson for me as I have fought against daily pain for most of my adult life. I thought that pushing through, insisting I keep caretaking others even when I could barely move was what I was supposed to do. I abused my spirit while calling it “exhortation,” thinking I was making myself be stronger, do more, etc. But I only wound up creating more pain.
Now I am learning the route of Self-Compassion and finding that in l...
Now I am learning the route of Self-Compassion and finding that in learning to love myself, I am also beginning to free myself, bit by bit.
Dear souls, I must share with you a magical moment that happened after acupuncture Friday.
We headed down to pick up our yummy Vietnamese lunch to go eat in the park by the water. There were no easily convenient parking spaces, and my husband muttered a little.
I said, “Oh, don’t worry! Wonderful things are about to happen!”
We shortly found a parking space not too awful far away, and off we went to the park.
When we got there, I noticed a wom...
When we got there, I noticed a woman about fifty feet away or so with a violin and some other instrument bags. As we got settled with our lunch, she began to play. I rolled down the window to listen.
Through most of our lunch, she played an assortment of Celtic songs, then practiced a bit of Irish dance. My guess is that she was practicing for the St. Patrick’s Day event at the local theatre the next night.
What a magical gift to have her lovely music joining with the songs of the wind, waves, and seabirds as a great symphony backdrop for our lunch! The sunlight danced on the water in time, and all the world twirled in unison.
Indeed, wonderful things were about to happen!
I am amazed at this sacred space and these sacred souls. Indeed, we are very blessed!
I agree, Pilgrim. I used to think of healing as a destination, but I have come to see it is really an ongoing journey. We are forever in the process of becoming.
Make it a point to set up a luncheon date with each, if that is an idea you like. Not working there anymore doesn’t mean off the planet! 😊
You are welcome. I am glad it blessed you. 💝
Thar reminds me of a story on forgiveness that Jack Kornfield relates concerning a woman who “killed” the boy who murdered her only son, only with love.
A blessing for you and them, Ose!
Oh, dear Diane, I, too, know this feeling! When my husband found work after nearly nine years, I thought I was going to be whoopsiedaisied with joy. Instead, I was gripped with an almost paralyzing fear!
I felt like an idiot. Here I finally had what we had desired for so long and given up hope of finding, here was a return to a more normal life, less stress, and needs met, and I was quivering like an aspic in an earthquake! “You ought to be leaping for joy,” said my inner ...
I felt like an idiot. Here I finally had what we had desired for so long and given up hope of finding, here was a return to a more normal life, less stress, and needs met, and I was quivering like an aspic in an earthquake! “You ought to be leaping for joy,” said my inner critic with pursed lips, “You don’t want to lose this good thing because you didn’t appreciate it enough, now do you?”
(I swear my Inner Critic eats green persimmons for breakfast. 😒)
The truth, though, is that we have no control ofer what Grace does. Most often, I think, she simply waits for us and gives us yet another chance. Grace is not into reprisals, revenge, or pettiness.
When you come from a background where there was intense pressure to perform as the powers that be wished or bad things happened, we learned a false sense of control that drives us to think we are always on a razor edge of losing any gift of goodness or grace by not being enough somehow. Never mind how nebulous the “enough” designation might be! If we do something amiss, however innocently or accidentally, BAM could go our blessings.
But that is just old tapes, old lies. Life happens. Good comes and goes, but none of it is out to get us or “teach us a lesson.”
The gift in these feelings is learning they are not true, and the only way to accomplish that is to encounter grace and allow it to Be. We do not control grace; we can only accept, reject, or miss it.
Grace can be terrifying, but it is through realizing our limited, painful view of grace that the door can open for us to experience an even greater Grace, that of losing a bit more of the Fear that keeps us chained to it for company so that we can move further and further into the ability to feel the Grace that surrounds us.
It just occurred to me that most of our fears turn out not to be real, but most of our graces turn out to be true. Yet how often I get mired in my fear rather than the grace that surrounds me!
You are not alone in this challenge, Diane.
I think I need to make one, too! 💝💝
It was perfect. 😊
Unfortunately, the wind through the open window whisked my hair into my mouth just as I took a bite of my Garden Roll with Magic Sauce, and I got some sauce in my hair, a fact I found out later when I tried to brush through it. Magic Sauce would make quite a forceful hair gel!
Rescue vegetables. You whisked them off the last bus to Compost, AZ?? 😄
I find that when an animal shows up in a very intentional way, it is not necessarily my spirit animals which appear but one which has a specific message for me at that time. I have a book called Animal Speak that I look them up in when they appear, and I am generally amazed at how spot on that particular message is for me in that moment.
If Coyote means adaptation, maybe you will get news on the new job!...
If Coyote means adaptation, maybe you will get news on the new job!
Some spans are just like that, I think. We shall be glad to see you when you return, dear Ose!
My husband’s grandmother had a profound effect on his life and, ultimately, on our marriage. Her love legacy lives on!
So good to see you! I was just thinking about you and wondering how you are!
I must admit your picture brought a lump to my throat and a few tears to my eyes. I do miss those mountains and the array of wildflowers that were just waiting to be discovered. One memorable hike we came across a whole hillside of pink lady slipper orchids — so lovely!
After a particularly rough time at his previous job, my husband and I got to spend about a month on top of a mountain in West Vir...
After a particularly rough time at his previous job, my husband and I got to spend about a month on top of a mountain in West Virginia recovering as he was to transition to his new company when the time was up. This was. during the time of winter’s season giving way to spring, and watching that transformation in nature at a time when our emotions mirrored those processes was a deep and abiding gift.
Did you get to do a Skunk Cabbage hunt earlier in the season? That is the first to “bloom” I think, though its blooms do not look like blooms in the traditional petaled sense of the word.
I noticed as I fed the chickens and swept the deck that the lonicera frangrantissima is in bud. A few more warm days, and it will be in bloom, too.
Spring really is here, despite how it might look for some of our New England-ish members. (As I recall, New Jersey is technically Mid-Atlantic, but it’s really kind of a mix weather wise, I think.)
I am partial to jewel tones, deep vibrant wine, purple, emerald, sapphire, but I also love the myriad shades of green and blue in nature. And what poetic perfection is a golden field layered across the landscape with the green of trees behind and the brilliant blue sky with puffy clouds above?
I also love contrast, how the lighter shades of yellow, cream, and white act as counterpoint to bring out the best in other colors. But then black also offers a punch of contrast, and I love bl...
I also love contrast, how the lighter shades of yellow, cream, and white act as counterpoint to bring out the best in other colors. But then black also offers a punch of contrast, and I love black on animals — the shiny gleam of a Labrador’s fur, the sleekness of a black cat, the eyecatching contrast of black on tan or white!
No one color can stand alone. Even the primary colors seem to be shades comprised of themselves in some way. Great question!
Welcome, Deborah. I don’t think we’ve “met?” 😊
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