Countless, really countless. The people who made this phone I am looking at. The builders of this house I am in. The people who keep the water and power running and the roads and the refuse. Also the people online: this community and the very many wise people I have read and listened to.
So much. I find peace and belonging there. More with deciduous than conifer. The cycle of life written on their leafed canvas.
Endurance and the ability to find my way through. Sometimes you just need to keep going along the road. And as a wise person once said: when you come to a fork in the road, take it.
There’s usually a strong emotion like anger or fear. In order not to react immediately (if that is appropriate) I need to ground in the now, sense what is happening in me. I find it a challenge to do this without judgement. So what can change is my relationship to the situation.
Frequently. The small transgressions of daily life met with gentle forgiveness. I realise that we are all human and need to give everyone a bit of slack.
I could do some journaling. Haven’t done that in some time.
This is a bit of a dictionary question for me. Brings me down a semantic rabbit hole.
They are too numerous to note here. I’ve appreciated every one. Anything from wonderful stories to beautiful writing to books that helped me grow. More recently, writings on Acceptance Commitment Therapy.
You can see the free ebbing and flowing of all the emotions in them, joy being one. Joy needs all the other emotions in the colour palette to paint its picture. Try and control the other emotions and joy gets pulled down. You children (unless they’ve been seriously traumatised) don’t do that.
I have to go to the animal kingdom for this. Humans don’t come to mind. So my choice is my dog, melting into the floor, letting out a sigh and watching the room with eyes glazed open.
The lockdown easing where I am just in time to get to a rented holiday house where the travel to it was not restricted. This really was just in time.
My faith in humanity is pretty shook at the moment, at a global level. When I reach more to an individual level, the moments of human contact, good will, compassion, good turns etc allow that faith to nurture. A bit like a plant in a glass house: it’s harsh outside in the bigger world but there’s warmth within.
I can hear the birds and the ticking of the clock. I can see a snapshot of life in front of me. I can feel the breath flowing in my body. My taste and smell are expectant, preparing for the first cup of the day. To stop, notice and appreciate all of this helps me defuse from the mind’s treadmill of what’s wrong with that, what’s wrong with them or what’s wrong with me.
Trustworthy, empathetic, supportive, willing to be helped where needed, good talker, shared values but can see things differently.
Very few who haven’t. The obvious who were are my parents. The less obvious are acquaintances whom I learnt from or treated as mentors and mostly were blissfully unaware of their effect in my life
Interesting question that I have already been pondering recently and am looking at further education to enable me to be of service in a way that more particularly aligns with my values
That’s an interesting perspective I hadn’t thought about Pollyanna: “Some help me by showing me what I want to be and some by showing me what I DON’T want to be.” Thanks for the insight.
This is a very helpful question, Kevin. Many thanks.
I had my share of that also
Always loved Gary Larson!
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