Retired from old mindsets, reactions, and labels in order to tumble about joyfully in a loving, laughter-filled, existence.
Gratitude fills with contentment, so need less, then take better care of self, others, and the planet.
The gift of connecting to self, others, and nature through empathy and discernment.
The ability to connect with others outside of any gender, racial, age, economic status. To dance the dance of oneness.
Simple acknowledgement that we all tread this path together.
Writing for self expression, then teaching laughter, drumming, socialization, communication with adults and kids with disabilities. I always work with, while structured, empty hands (laying aside my goals, wants, experiences to start with), and an open responsive heart. Then we all go on a creative journey together.
I am so out of the habit of doing this. Yes, I write emails, texts, posts to encourage or show gratitude. But I’m really out of the habit of hand writing. I’ve lived abroad for 39 years. For the first half, I sent postcards, notes, letters, and cards frequently. Christmas was a huge investment of time, energy, and thought. But for the past 20 years, this habit has slipped into oblivion.
I think writing a nice card would deeply touch some lives as such...
I think writing a nice card would deeply touch some lives as such offerings are rare in general. I’m imagining they’d be treasured. I wish to do something about it,perhaps to someone who doesn’t expect it and could use a little boost.
This type of practice is so helpful. I used to teach my daughter, “I get to” not “I have to”… I’m so glad to be reminded of it again. I’ve slipped.
Working (at that time) in Thai prisons with inmates who had 50 to 80 year sentences for small infractions, and in hospitals with those in end of life, I’d often reminded myself how they’d love to have an opportunity to do the mundane or even some of the things I considered challenging. ...
Working (at that time) in Thai prisons with inmates who had 50 to 80 year sentences for small infractions, and in hospitals with those in end of life, I’d often reminded myself how they’d love to have an opportunity to do the mundane or even some of the things I considered challenging. Such a good reality check.
Thank you for this!
My goal today is to show up as whole as one can be in our blissful brokeness, (vulnerable and at peace), and meet the other in their glorious state of humbled humanity. Then dance with them as they lead and need according to their rythmn and pace. What I like to call, “Empty hands, open heart” in End of Life Companioning.
Through the breadth and depth of incredible experiences of people met throughout a span of continents and five decades. Entering into their suffering, their joys, their abundance, their truths is intimate, humbling, and most of all, sacred. From prison to palace we are more alike than different and we are connected. That knowing is wealth.
This is timely. I am at the cusp of turning 60, and with it entering my dessert phase of life. I am contemplating what I want to put into the next few decades. In many ways, I can feel a little bit anxious about getting it right. However, I’m going to trust my inner wisdom to organically show herself and reveal direction. Sitting in a patient space with the voices wanting to be heard and watching and listening as they form their choir is a lot more fulfilling than worrying.
Slowing down on my evening walk through parkland. The sights, sounds, smells, marshes, birds, light and shadows, breezes, and my body in the midst of it all as ONE! My heart overwhelmed in awe! Blissed and blessed!
New perspectives are offering me new experiences. Facing bigotry I moved out of deep pain by realizing, “I didn’t come here to loved, I came to be love!” I acted accordingly, and others shifted as well.
Sounds like survive to thrive due to your gifts. I am deeply sorry that you and your family suffered such a lack of humanity, security, and decency (if that is how you felt). Peace
Lovely, and I just wrote on this subject in the day’s question section. From prison to palace we are more alike than different. Thank you for your work for us and Mother.
Yes, wearing it, in embrace of it, being cloaked, palliative like. Big love!
Beautifully shared experience, thank you.
All the best with your new move.
Mica, hugs back, thank you. BTW, I find myself having to return to that reality often. It’s not always a natural fit, but a good one when I don it fully!
Ouch, I hope you find relief quickly. Pain can be hell. Healing in turn, a touch of heaven. Thank goodness you were not tested on my pain relief vs. another’s pain.
Yes, the joyous burden…
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